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Dark Shit From The Most Depraved Writer in Print.
Sick Sick sick my kind of book!
Filled with sex and violence that'll keep you turning the pages. With a vampire feasting on an embryo and many other dreadful acts you have to check out.
----Kipp Poe Speicher "Kipp Poe Speicher" (Canton, Ohio)
Worth getting your hands dirty for!,
Rage forces us to look at true sin, true villainy, and truly offensive images of alternative realities. ----J. Aguilera "MLA, Professional reviewer, writ...
Hardcore Horror & Bizarro Collide
'TPIB' is gross, disgusting, funny, horrific, and disturbing. Rage writes with his conscience thrown out the window. ----Nick Cato "nickyak" (Staten Island, NY United States)
nobody is more brilliantly repulsive than rage
there is an intelligence and his gift as a storyteller is finely honed. rage is still gruesome, sickening, twisted, profane, disgusting, morbid, blasphemous.
----D. Gorman "Crystalline Structure Moon"
Fuel yourself with RAGE
But beware, because underneath the everyman persona, Steven Rage is one sick man. The evidence of his twisted mind is You Morbid Westphal, a brutal noir tale of drugs and demons. ----David W Barbee (Georgia, USA)
Note: This book contains graphic violence, illicit drug use, non-consensual extreme sex, and potentially offensive material given the religious references.
Through the sheer shock of his presentation of Short Stories and Novel Excerpts, Rage Primer forces readers to consider the alternatives, to look at the garbage in the streets, to see what is swept into the gutters at night right before all decent people awake to see another cleaned up version of the day.
From the Author
Also by The Grim Reverend Steven Rage:
"The Fall of a Blood Drinking Drug Dealer"
"BELLY: A Brutal Bible Tale"
"For All The Marbles"
"The Place In Between"
"You Morbid Westphal"
"PILATE: A Brutal Bible Tale"
AND LOOK FOR "PHARMACIDE" coming soon!!
Rage creates a dismal post-industrial future, a look at man defiled and in decline. Evil has arrived. Dominion has been taken by those who walk as the damned, demons, halflings, products of debauched rampages and sins against nature. Sex, drugs, and broken souls are the only things of value. Life is more like a disease, and the only salvation is the right amount of Plata to numb the conscience and, if one is lucky, to bring on a cleverly disguised demise. Through the sheer shock of his presentation, Rage forces readers to consider the alternatives, to look at the garbage in the streets, to see what is swept into the gutters at night right before all decent people awake to see another cleaned up version of the day. He uses tradition to break tradition, to push the imagination in ways that are uncomfortable at the least and border on the offensive at worst. Yet, in doing so, he illustrates what real Love is.
Visit Rage anytime at stevenrage.wordpress.com
From the Inside Flap
"Like early Tom Piccirilli mixed with Edward Lee. Get on the Rage train while you can because I have a feeling that he'll be getting bigger with each new book". Jordan Krall, author of Fistful of Feet and Squid Pulp Blues.
"You Morbid Westphal is not a book for the faint of heart. But if you're up for some of the hard stuff, you'll dig this". Garrett Cook, author of the Murderland series and Archelon Ranch.
"He weaves a world that is painted in black and white hues, where anything can happen (and often does), and is brutally visceral. You Morbid Westphal does for hospitals what Jaws did for beach getaways! Steven Rage is a masterful storyteller". Eric Mays, author of Naked Metamorphosis.
"You Morbid Westphal is very highly recommended and a real treat for anyone who enjoys their fiction warped to the breaking point and smeared in blood". Matthew Revert, author of A Million Versions of Right.
"Rage has created an incredibly creative and detailed, though disturbing world". Todd Fonseca, author of The Time Cavern.
"Steven Rage has written an enthralling tale". Harriet Klausner, #1 Amazon Reviewer.
"...a certain poetic flow that maintains the sick depravity you expect to see in Rage's work. If I were ever to be reincarnated as another Charlie Manson, I would definitely want Steven Rage in my family...it's like chicken eyeball soup with entrails for your shriveled, rancid soul". Donald Gorman, author of Paradox.
"...experience the entire book, page by page, as Steven Rage intended it - to scare, to upset, and to start and keep you thinking...brace yourself for one WILD ride". Ellen George, Top 1000 Reviewer and author of Thirst.
"His unique cadence and elaborate descriptions vividly animates every aspect of his writing". Mary Menzel, from AllTheseBooks.com
"Brutal Bible Tales stay with us long after we've turned the final page". Lila Pinord, author of Min's Monster.
The Peacekeepers used to stand by during the food drops, but it was far too dangerous now. They used to sit outside their station, not to preserve order, but for their amusement. It was entertaining for them to see inmates beating the crap out of each other for stale bags of chips and greasy beef sticks.
It all changed in one day a while back. A teenager made the horrible decision to rush the helicopter as soon as the drop began. A mob of hungry inmates joined the pursuit as they too rushed the helicopter. The big machine veered out of control, its blades tilting toward the asphalt of the parking lot. As it struck the hungry horde, the shimmering blades sliced cleanly through a few dozen bodies before barely managing to level off and escape.
The carnage left behind on the ground was grotesque. Some of the bigger body parts were still spurting hot arcs of arterial red. That stopped no one.
Without missing nary a beat, the hungry inmates searched the immediate area for food. The helicopter had departed and the drop was terminated. The brave crowd turned to a raging mob. When the few bits of packaged food that made it off the helicopter were consumed, that’s when shit turned real ugly.
Inmates over-turned the still bleeding body parts. When no more food could be had, they turned opportunistic. They fought over the warm body parts, even the bloody strands of clothing. Their faces were crimson and their eyes were mad. Those that were trampled were turned on as well. Shivs of all types came from all points. They cut into the flesh of both the quick and the dead.
The feeding frenzy was finally halted when the Peacekeepers fired a .50 cal tri-mounted rifle into the crowd.