Infernal Angel

Infernal Angel

Language: English

Pages: 272

ISBN: 1939065100

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Infernal Angel

Language: English

Pages: 272

ISBN: 1939065100

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


A TOUR OF HELL In this latest installment of horror-master Edward Lee’s critically acclaimed INFERNAL series, join hybrid demons, zombie prostitutes, and Fallen Angels as they journey through the smoking, blood- and-gut splattered streets of the Mephistopolis—Lucifer’s eternal city of the damned. A city…in Hell. That’s what Hell is now, an endless metropolis spiring with black skyscrapers, raging in eternal horror. The moon is black and the sky is the color of blood. Screams rip down streets and through alleys, carried by malodorous winds. The people of this place trudge the sidewalks back and forth, to home, to work, to stores, etc., just as they do in any city. There’s only one difference. In THIS city, the people are all dead. Now, two normal living humans, humans just like you, have discovered the most time-held occult secret. They have the ability to enter this city of the damned, but with powers greater than even a Fallen Angel. They’re angels themselves now—infernal angels. One means to foil the most monstrous plot ever devised, the other means to set it into action and bring all the evil of Hell to the Living Earth. Join them on their journey. Join them in the guts of the City Infernal… WELCOME BACK…TO HELL

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of business sixty years ago, and living at an address that hasn’t existed since World War II. The only one who might help Josh is a strange woman with psychic abilities. But the doors she can open with her mind are far better left closed. For behind these doors lie secrets too horrible to imagine. RICHARD LAYMON SAVAGE Whitechapel, November 1888: Jack the Ripper is hard at work. He’s safe behind locked doors in a one-room hovel with his unfortunate victim, Mary Kelly. With no need to

attempt to calculate any of it. A clawed hand pulled the wad of cash from his pocket—the crack money he’d gotten from Dutch—but then he heard a guttural sputter. “These ain’t Hellnotes! Fuck! What am I gonna do with this shit? Wipe my ass?” Footsteps plodded off. Next, Ryan was being dragged away by someone—er, well, someone wasn’t exactly accurate. It was actually a female Ghoul, sleek in her nutmeg-colored skin, lissome and even voluptuous, pert breasts like hard fruit on the slat-ribbed

The Halman Map Library Laurel, Maryland Penelope’s orgasm struck with the sign-in clock—at midnight. For a moment it felt like the entire building was shaking, but she knew it was just her, all her desires unlocked yet again. Gary always spent himself quickly—like in a minute or two—which in itself would’ve been aggravating as hell, but he never failed to fulfill the rest of the obligation mechanically, i.e., with certain devices known as “marital aids.” Didn’t matter that they weren’t

“Walter,” No-name said. “They think they’re bad? Show them what bad really is.” Walter put his hands over his eyes, and his voice cracked like a boy entering puberty when he shrieked. “Fuckin’ DIE!” Both ends of the street exploded in encroaching stages, as if carpet-bombed. The concussion knocked Walter down, and the buildings on either side trembled. The street broke apart into great chunks, like an instantaneous earthquake. The demons were engulfed by the rubble and ground up to pulp. Arms,

it: “Boneless, boneless, boneless!” Nothing happened. “Armless! Legless! Now!” No effect. “You’re trying to take away from them,” Angelese suggested. “They’re fleshless corpses; symbolically there’s nothing you can take away ...” When the angel said that, the pair of Necrotiks rushed forward, howling like nails across slate. You can’t take away from them, Cassie thought, steeling herself, so try adding TO them ... “Obese! Fat! Adipose tissue!” Their howls fluttered as their movements

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