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Editorial Reviews


Sick, Disgusting, Vile…and Genius,
He may be one of the sickest, most twisted writers writing today, but there’s a mad brilliance to his work. Reading his texts is like growing wiser …
–Eric Mays “Bizarro Author of “Naked Metam…

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)

Step Aside, Passion Of The Christ!
Rage does not down play the evils of today, and he re-enforces the fact that there is no good without evil (and vice-versa) in this thrilling tale. —-A. A. A. (Illinois, U.S.A.)

Brutally Good
Compound street violence and mega-violence of the most extreme horror variety and you get a story that any horror fan would eat up. I highly recommend it. —-W. D. Hanson “AKA Ichorous” (Clarksburg, MD USA)

vivid, explicit, inventive and engrossing…with fangs on it!
Rage blatantly gawks at the darker side of our modern world and draws biblical parallels, using vampires. He mixes respectable dark poetic prose. —-D. Gorman “Crystalline Structure Moon”


Product Description

PILATE: A Brutal Bible Tale,
is the story of Pilate, a drug lord vampire in this re-telling of Christ’s final days set in modern times in a Midwest American ghetto. When given another chance to save the Earth’s new female Christ, will the re-incarnated Pilate choose to protect Her, or wash his hands in this life as in his first. Be warned: The Harbor is wicked. The violence is graphic and brutal. The terror is palpable. Pilate is not your parents’ bible story.


From the Author

Also by The Grim Reverend Steven Rage:
“The Fall of a Blood Drinking Drug Dealer”

“Rage Primer”
“BELLY: A Brutal Bible Tale”

“For All The Marbles”
“The Place In Between”
“You Morbid Westphal”
“PILATE: A Brutal Bible Tale”

With graphic scenes of violence, illicit drug use, non-consensual extreme sex and torture Rage spits out his view of a twisted world of that is deeply woven with the intricacies of a dark, drug-infested place ruled by evil forces. Rage explores the depths of sin, the way it stains our lives, and graphically illustrates the things we fear most. He forces us to look at true sin, true villainy,
and truly offensive images of alternative realities.
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.


From the Back Cover

Visit Rage anytime at stevenrage.wordpress.com


About the Author

Rage has created an incredibly detailed and disturbing world of unique, creative, fast paced, brutal, dark, and bizarre novels that are not for the feint of heart. There is no good without evil. No heaven without hell. No God without the Devil. The correlation is as clear as fresh blood dripping down the side of a martini glass. Only those with a drive to read about blood, gore and mega violence should read his books, if any. Save yourself. You have been warned.


Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

from Chapter 39…. The man standing before Judas was eight feet tall, if he was an inch. He stood there, watching the dead vampire. The man’s stare made Judas feel he was a used car, bought for a song. He stood at the edge of the stand of trees.”Who are you?” Judas asked, afraid. The obscenely tall man looked down at him.

“I am the Piper,” Lucifer replied. “I am here to get paid.”

With that the Mighty One turned on heel. Enormous footprints sinking inches into the grassy parkland followed him as he melted into the night. Satan went now to prepare a special spot for Judas Iscariot. A nice chilly spot shall be reserved for the damned vampire in the Pit of Despair. Where he shall be tormented: day and night, for all time. Until Judas begs for the pain like a warm glass of milk and forgets who he ever was.

A rustling came from the park trees, high up in them. Judas’ eyes darted up and he saw them.

“Now is time,” Judas heard them say. They tumbled down from the trees.

The three demons hit the ground running. They converged on Judas’ shoulders. One demon slid itself around to the vampire’s face and grabbed hold of both ears. The demon shoved it in and furiously thrust the vampire’s lipless mouth. The demon pumped maniacally, quickly ejaculating. Clumps of greenish/brown rocketed out Judas’ nose. His muffled, gagging protest coincided with tree roots erupting from spongy earth. The tree roots slid up over his hands and feet. The roots tugged them tight to the ground.

Judas struggled in vain as the other two buried claws in his skull. They were going to drink of the soup his fatal stroke had cooked up for them. The demons planned to rip Judas to shreds and dig in his brains with their forked tongues.

As soon as they could pry the lid off.