They come from the deep.
They come when you sleep.
On waves of ice and stone,
They’ll burn you to the bone.
Fire burns hot in the ice.
It doesn’t feel so nice.
When it hits your body,
Time for them to party.
The Dead love to eat.
Humans their best treat.
Stay far from the shore,
Or they’ll ask for more.
THE DEAD GAME
Chair
Down the rabbit hole we go.
Far down beneath the earth’s surface.
Where The Dead wait for their savior.
Arms extended.
Reaching for us.
Mouths held open in silent cries.
As we fall farther.
Deeper.
Past the point of no return.
THE DEAD GAME
Hell has arrived.
Burning in its chair.
Impatient for victims.
Restless to the bone.
Burning bright.
Filling the dark.
Red and yellow sparks.
Sizzling.
Hot.
THE DEAD are here.
THE DEAD GAME
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Great works of literature are being produced by wonderful independent authors who are breaking the mold in the literary world of fiction.
Too many literary sources completely omit or overlook Indie Books when compiling their lists of the 100 books you should read before you die. They showcase the legends, the classics.
Yet, we are fortunate to have a lot of outstanding books by outstanding indie authors in today’s literary marketplace. We are continuing our series featuring great indie books you should definitely read in your lifetime, knowing that the list will always change with the passing years and with the release of new books.
Here, in no particular order, are the five books we are featuring today.
By Patricia Sands
On the evening of her twenty-second wedding anniversary, Katherine Price can’t wait to celebrate. But instead of receiving an anniversary card from her husband, she finds a note asking for a divorce.
Fifty-five and suddenly alone, Katherine begins the daunting task of starting over. She has her friends, her aging mother, and her career to occupy her, but the future seems to hold little promise—until, after a winter of heartbreak, Katherine is persuaded to try a home exchange holiday in the South of France.
In Provence, bright fields of flowers bloom below medieval hilltop villages with winding cobblestone streets. Charmed by the picturesque countryside, the breathtaking Côte d’Azur, and the enchantment-filled boulevards of Paris, Katherine feels life opening up once again. Lavender perfumes the air, and chance encounters hint at romance and passion. But memories of heartbreak and betrayal linger—and her former life waits for her back home. Can she find the courage to begin again?
By Daniel Kemp
After Lord Harry Paterson is summoned to London following his father’s murder, he discovers an age-old secret and must ascend into his family’s true inheritance.
Digging deeper, he finds out that his late father, Lord Elliot Paterson, had discovered a hidden ledger dated all the way back to 1936… and a vast quantity of money erased from the accounts. Mysterious initials and an address in Leningrad – a major port in former Stalin’s Soviet Union – are his only clues.
Together with the attractive Judith Meadows, Lord Harry must unravel the mysterious death of Lord Elliot – and figure out the mystery hidden in the files of the Royal Government Bank.
By Linda Pirtle
The setting for Deadly Dominoes is Caddo Lake. Situated in the Cypress basin of northeast Texas, Caddo Lake, with its cypress and ancient oaks dripping with Spanish moss, provides the perfect backdrop for mystery, murder, and militia mayhem. Lillian’s curiosity is peeked right from the start.
She meets Brandon, a young man who sacks groceries at a convenience store and service station. He gives her a warning. “You’d better be careful. Crazy things have been happening out at that RV Park at Caddo.”
Of course, Lillian questions him and learns that people have been disappearing.
The Caddo camp director invites Lillian and Bill to the Friday night domino games held at the camp’s Pavilion. Lillian sees the camp’s maintenance man. He reminds her of someone. But who?
During a break in the domino games, a loud explosion is heard. Thus, begins a string of murders, mysterious curses with an attached domino, and attempts on the lives of other campers. Lillian is determined to answer the following questions:
Who is the person or persons leaving dominoes and notes on the bodies of one victim after the next? Everyone is a suspect.
Does the explosion have any connection to the game of dominoes or with the murders or attempted murders? Lillian must connect the dots. And puts them together, she does.
By Susanne Leist
Beneath the town’s sandy shores lies an evil so great and powerful.
Linda moves to a seaside town to live a quiet life. She opens a bookstore and makes new friends. Life is simple–that is until the dead body washes up on shore. Linda is horrified to find that dead bodies and disappearing tourists are common for this small town. As soon as the sun sets, the residents and tourists are stalked by dark shadows. However, this is only the beginning.
Linda and her friends receive an unsigned invitation to a party at a deserted house. They are pursued through revolving rooms and dangerous traps, barely escaping with their lives. Two of their own remain trapped in the house, or so they think.
They must embark on an arduous journey, chased by supernatural creatures, not knowing whom to trust, to uncover the one controlling the game and everyone in town. Who are The Dead? Are they humans or vampires? Maybe a combination of both? Will there be an end to their evil game? Will Linda and Todd find love? Will a second book be needed?
The Dead Game has begun.
By Douglas Dorow
The Federal Reserve has never been robbed.
Suspense, intrigue, and dazzling plot twists power this tale of an FBI special agent and rookie investigator racing through the darkest layers of Minneapolis to chase a sinister Federal Reserve robber.
FBI Special Agent Jack Miller, pulled into a high-profile case to mentor a new agent, finds himself in a clash with the toughest opponent of his career. The chase culminates in the bowels of the city, in the storm sewers and tunnels beneath The Ninth District Federal Reserve of Minneapolis.
Previous Books Selected:
Sleeping Tigers by Holly Robinson, Wings of Mayhem by Sue Coletta, Blood Orchids by Toby Neal, The Girl Who Watched Over Dreams by Jeff Russell, Blood Land by R. S. Guthrie, Deadly Chocolate Addiction by Sally Berneathy, Circle of Hurt by Jim H. Ainsworth, Dancing on Air by Uvi Poznansky, Army of Worn Soles by Scott Bury, Trouble in Glamour Town by S. R. Mallery, Mateguas Island by Linda Watkins, Kiss the Girls and Make Them Die by Kelly Marshall, The Compost Pile by Stephen Woodfin, The Hollow Man by Paul Hollis, Avengers of Blood by Gae-Lynn Woods, Tabula Rasa by Gordon Bickerstaff, A Silver Medallion by James R. Callan, The Girl in the Window by Jake Needham.
Dead Storm by Helen Hanson, Remains by Marjorie Swift Doering, The Last Victim by Jordan Dane, Vigilante by Claude Bouchard, Ludwika by Christoph Fischer, Stranger at Sunset by Eden Baylee, Stutter Creek by Ann Swann, A Change of Hate by Joe Broadmeadow, When the Sun Was Mine by Darlene Jones, Nobody’s Child by Libby Fischer Hellmann, The Zen Detective by Devorah Fox, That One Moment by Patty Wiseman, Mail Order Groom by Dana Wayne, The House of Lies by Debra Burroughs, Redemption Lake by Susan Clayton-Goldner, Pride’s Children: Purgatory by Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt, Cold Justice by Rick Polad, Each Day I Wake by Seb Kirby, The Bridge to Caracas by Stephen Douglass, No Sweat Pants Allowed by Jan Rimes, In the Attic by Garry Rodgers, A Fine Year for Murder by Lauren Carr, My Brother’s Keeper by S. S. Bazinet, The Undernet by J. S. Frankel, Pearseus: Rise of the Prince by Nicholas C. Rossis.
It comes in the night.
It comes to all.
To all who sleep.
To all who lie awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lie and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.
He has come for me.
I’ll never be free.
He comes this night.
Fear at first sight.
He claims his love.
But he’s no dove.
He’s evil as can be.
Always searching for me.
I must hide until morning.
Or the town will be mourning.
The devil hides his face.
I know his deadly pace.
His footsteps ring hollow.
Steps quicken to follow.
He sings a sweet song.
I know I’m not wrong.
The devil is right behind me.
Even though his face I can’t see.
He has me in his grasp.
I cry out with a gasp.
He kisses me with passion.
I know this is his fashion.
To take what is not his.
And make me only his.
THE DEAD GAME
The house welcomes us.
The piano plays.
The keys dance.
The walls moan.
A long night ahead.
THE DEAD GAME
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Demon rock.
Demon paradise.
A long lost fantasy,
Now as cold as ice.
Who goes there?
Who walks the night?
I can hear your moans,
Your grunts and sighs.
Show yourself tonight.
I want your kind dead.
The sun will rise,
But you won’t.
Step into my world
of vampires and witches.
Demons who walk the nights.
The door waits for you.
Step through to the other side.
Visit a dimension not known by man,
Where dreams become reality
And horror replaces the mundane.
Welcome to The Dead Game.
Your dreams will soon be ours.
THE DEAD GAME
End House sits alone and deserted.
Shutters torn and hanging.
Furniture upended.
Shattered pictures.
Shattered dreams.
What happened to the family?
Open the door.
Walk up the battered staircase.
Past the broken statues.
A sigh follows my hesitant steps.
A wind whistles through the empty rooms.
Dust swirls in mounds on the wood floors.
A scream rips through the rooms below.
Has the family returned,
Or am I the next victim?
The sound of footsteps on the stairs.
I must run.
I must hide.
They’re back.
THE DEAD GAME
