Johnny Thade just found a disc that has the exact time and date of every human being’s Deathday on it and he’s going to use the information for what every one of us would use it for…
February 8, 2007 (Press Release) --
Johnny Thade just found a disc that has the exact time and date of every human being’s Deathday on it and he’s going to use the information for what every one of us would use it for… He’s going to make millions on the internet and spend the rest of his life on a desert island with all the drink, drugs and woman he can handle…
Unfortunately for Johnny the people the disc belongs to want it back and are prepared to use any means necessary to get it including: Histories first Siamese twin mass murderers, a gang of Cowboy-Nazi Biker Zombies and a troupe of professional Alligator wrestlers from Alabama.
Johnny needs help, desperately, but the best he can do is make friends with a bunch of tramps whose leader Derek, although kind and fatherly like, isn’t interested in making money, he’s hell bent on using the information to destroy the world!
About the Author: Eugene Bruce lives in Hertfordshire, England with his wife and two children. He is self-employed with an office in Potters Bar. Eugene has completed two scripts previously for a cartoon series and is currently working on his next book entitled ‘Soul Trader’ which is the follow up to Deathday and working on the Deathday spin-off graphic novel.
Excerpt from the book:
"Then he hit a floor.
Smashed into a floor and things fell on top of him, crushing him, squeezing the very life out of him. He could see his own blood oozing away from him and all around him again, were the crushed faces of the demons, vomiting and spewing spittle and blood at him from grotesque holes in the sides of their squashed skulls and with their shattered mouths trying to curse him but spitting only teeth. Then the weight was lifted, for a moment he thought he was awake, but then he was lifted, forcibly, dragged to his feet and forced to look into something’s eyes. A something he somehow recognised as a girl, it hissed and spat at him and deliriously, shockingly screamed and gurgled. Johnny did nothing, he couldn’t do anything. It was too vulgar an image, it was so sickeningly disfigured and mangled as to be just the resemblance of something once, but no more than that: a resemblance, a mask of a human face that no longer fitted properly. The skin from its chin fell away as it shrilled continuously to reveal the bone from beneath and the tongue lolled through and flapped loosely down. Johnny was frozen with fear. He closed his eyes and prayed. He prayed for it to stop, he begged anyone listening to stop the nightmare.
A copy of this book can be ordered from Authorhouse at:
www.authorhouse.co.uk/BookStore/ItemDetail~bookid~43067.aspx
or from Amazon.co.uk at:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Deathday-Eugene-Bruce/dp/142598620X/sr=8-1/qid=1170608886/ref=sr_1_1/202-6490356-8355866?ie=UTF8&s=books
Contact Details:
Author: Eugene Bruce
E-mail: susanandeugene@btinternet.com
Unfortunately for Johnny the people the disc belongs to want it back and are prepared to use any means necessary to get it including: Histories first Siamese twin mass murderers, a gang of Cowboy-Nazi Biker Zombies and a troupe of professional Alligator wrestlers from Alabama.
Johnny needs help, desperately, but the best he can do is make friends with a bunch of tramps whose leader Derek, although kind and fatherly like, isn’t interested in making money, he’s hell bent on using the information to destroy the world!
About the Author: Eugene Bruce lives in Hertfordshire, England with his wife and two children. He is self-employed with an office in Potters Bar. Eugene has completed two scripts previously for a cartoon series and is currently working on his next book entitled ‘Soul Trader’ which is the follow up to Deathday and working on the Deathday spin-off graphic novel.
Excerpt from the book:
"Then he hit a floor.
Smashed into a floor and things fell on top of him, crushing him, squeezing the very life out of him. He could see his own blood oozing away from him and all around him again, were the crushed faces of the demons, vomiting and spewing spittle and blood at him from grotesque holes in the sides of their squashed skulls and with their shattered mouths trying to curse him but spitting only teeth. Then the weight was lifted, for a moment he thought he was awake, but then he was lifted, forcibly, dragged to his feet and forced to look into something’s eyes. A something he somehow recognised as a girl, it hissed and spat at him and deliriously, shockingly screamed and gurgled. Johnny did nothing, he couldn’t do anything. It was too vulgar an image, it was so sickeningly disfigured and mangled as to be just the resemblance of something once, but no more than that: a resemblance, a mask of a human face that no longer fitted properly. The skin from its chin fell away as it shrilled continuously to reveal the bone from beneath and the tongue lolled through and flapped loosely down. Johnny was frozen with fear. He closed his eyes and prayed. He prayed for it to stop, he begged anyone listening to stop the nightmare.
A copy of this book can be ordered from Authorhouse at:
www.authorhouse.co.uk/BookStore/ItemDetail~bookid~43067.aspx
or from Amazon.co.uk at:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Deathday-Eugene-Bruce/dp/142598620X/sr=8-1/qid=1170608886/ref=sr_1_1/202-6490356-8355866?ie=UTF8&s=books
Contact Details:
Author: Eugene Bruce
E-mail: susanandeugene@btinternet.com
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