Gods and Monsters: Drag Hunt

Gods and Monsters: Drag Hunt

Pat Kelleher

Language: English

Pages: 118

ISBN: B00COA6FQ2

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Gods and Monsters: Drag Hunt

Pat Kelleher

Language: English

Pages: 118

ISBN: B00COA6FQ2

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


COYOTE HAS LOST HIS PENIS.
The Native American trickster god and Richard Green, one of his mortal marks, find themselves unwitting bedfellows as they seek to regain what they have both lost. The trail leads them to England, where they find murdered Anglo-Saxon spirits, a reclusive god of the forge, a London gentleman’s club exclusively for deities and a terrifying conspiracy.
If Coyote is going to save the world and get his mojo back, it’s going to take everything in his bag of tricks—and he’s suffering from the ultimate performance anxiety.

"You had me at, 'COYOTE HAS LOST HIS PENIS.' Kelleher writes something here that is magical, hilarious, disturbed, and inspired." -- Chuck Wendig, author of GODS & MONSTERS: UNCLEAN SPIRITS and THE BLUE BLAZES.

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Coyote switched down another passage barely ahead of the great bulk. He found himself back in the main chamber. Wyrm’s length was so long, Coyote saw his great anus disappearing along the passage down which he had just fled. Then he saw the sigils marked on the walls of the chamber, meant to confuse prey—make it easier for Old Man Wyrm to feed. If he was ever a hunter, he had lost the edge. Old Man Wyrm’s voice echoed round the chamber. “See, little morsel? You can’t find your way out and you

Coyote switched down another passage barely ahead of the great bulk. He found himself back in the main chamber. Wyrm’s length was so long, Coyote saw his great anus disappearing along the passage down which he had just fled. Then he saw the sigils marked on the walls of the chamber, meant to confuse prey—make it easier for Old Man Wyrm to feed. If he was ever a hunter, he had lost the edge. Old Man Wyrm’s voice echoed round the chamber. “See, little morsel? You can’t find your way out and you

relentless drops, and pounded back into the earth. The sodden clothing crumpled, empty, to the ground. Within moments, the wind began to shriek round the stones, as if the very earth were keening for the loss of its warden. And in the sodium twilight of the town below, the dogs began to howl. CHAPTER ONE Coyote Makes His Mark THE COYOTE LOPED through the brush of the Mojave desert, toward the heat-rippled vertical smudges of civilisation in the distance. He loved the rocks, the sand, this

think—I’m the injured party here. I’ve been conned in your casino. I demand that you do something about it.” People glanced at the raised voice as they passed various gaming tables. “We’ve had a complaint about you slot walking.” “Slot walking? I don’t even know what that means.” They escorted him past the golden fleece, out of the casino and through the slots hall. Richard’s face flushed with anger and embarrassment. Any attempt to stop or turn was met with a firmer pressure by the hand on

“Yes.” “Don’t lose him.” “Why now? I don’t have time. Someone has stolen my penis. I’m going to find who took it and make them pay.” Silence. “Then keep the Englishman with you. His name’s Dick. He’ll do until you find your own. Meet me in the diner. You know the one. Don’t forget your Dick.” As Coyote hung up, he could have sworn he heard Old Man Shu laughing. COYOTE SAT DOWN in the booth next to Richard, who was looking at a large burger, fries and a malt shake that the waitress had just

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