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• Grab your current read

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Red Right Hand by Levi Black 

Genre: Horror – Fantasy

Series: Stand Alone

Publisher: Tor (July 26, 2016)

Length: 304 pages

I am going insane.

I couldn’t see it all, couldn’t take it all in, my vision breaking on the edges like cheap windowpanes, crackle-fracturing from the outside in.  The thing in front of me filled the room, a mass of limbs and tentacles writhing in knots.  The tentacles roiled against each other, worm-white membranes tearing as they rubbed.  Clear ectoplasm gushed, lubricating the smearing caress of alien flesh against alien flesh.  From this mass jutted spindly limbs ending in grasping, many-fingered hands with too many joints, each finger capped by a talon black and curved to pull meat from bone.

I don’t, I don’t, I don’t . . .

The massed tentacles were split-seamed with gaping mouths, gnashing rims of razor-sharp chitin crowding and pushing each other in jutting, jagged rows, piranha mouths designed by a mad, sadistic creator.  The teeth chomped together, the noise a cacophony, driving into my mind like a drill.

. . . understand, no sense, what, what, WHAT . . .

Hundreds of orbs of all sizes dotted the oily membrane skin.  A few were as large as my face; some were the size of a pea.  Unblinking they stared, drinking in my human frailty, my weakness, my lowly pathetic life.  They looked on me without pity, seething animosity in their cold, unmoving stare.

. . . toomuchdontknowwhatiamlook . . .

Over this sloppy, slithering form lay a shaggy hide, still raw and bloody from being cut off its original host.  It moved on its own, rippling around the chaos it clothed, trying to pull away each time its sore subcutaneous inside brushed against the skin of the chaos god who wore it.  Each kiss of contact raised a sizzle and a thin wailing scream that cut through the teeth-gnashing noise of a hundred hungry mouths.

My sanity broke, sanity washing away like sand on a crumbling beach.

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