Crypt Orchids
by David J. Schow
Crime. Psychos. Trashed relationships. Tainted love. Murder. Sinister plots. Evil connivances. Men in Suits with a Plan. Not to mention hustlers, losers, cutthroats, gun fetishists, homicidal hitchhikers, demented road-hogs, serial killer impersonators, government torturers, and a Ripper named Jack. Vaudevillians (shudder). Welcome to Crypt Orchids, where you'll also meet a cantankerous celebrity man-fish, a horror movie host who deals in the real thing, an innocent victim of a TV test screening, persnickety aliens with testicle-heads, a werewolf with a prosthetic paw, a Mikey who does, in fact, hate everything, a hit man named Mister Bart, and a temperamental geezer with a lot to say about the environment and skinning people alive. Crypt Orchids, is the new collection of short stories by award-winning multi media author David J. Schow, a gathering of foreboding fiction that grabs the cutting edge barehanded, damns the spray of blood, and stays right in your face "until you want to go down on your knees and mumble for mercy," according to best-selling author John Farris.
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Crime. Psychos. Trashed relationships. Tainted love. Murder. Sinister plots. Evil connivances. Men in Suits with a Plan. Not to mention hustlers, losers, cutthroats, gun fetishists, homicidal hitchhikers, demented road-hogs, serial killer impersonators, government torturers, and a Ripper named Jack. Vaudevillians (shudder). Welcome to Crypt Orchids, where you'll also meet a cantankerous celebrity man-fish, a horror movie host who deals in the real thing, an innocent victim of a TV test screening, persnickety aliens with testicle-heads, a werewolf with a prosthetic paw, a Mikey who does, in fact, hate everything, a hit man named Mister Bart, and a temperamental geezer with a lot to say about the environment and skinning people alive. Crypt Orchids, is the new collection of short stories by award-winning multi media author David J. Schow, a gathering of foreboding fiction that grabs the cutting edge barehanded, damns the spray of blood, and stays right in your face "until you want to go down on your knees and mumble for mercy," according to best-selling author John Farris.