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Review
Review  
Steven Rage has written an enthralling horror tale!
—-Harriet Klausner – (#1 REVIEWER) See all my reviews

Not soon forgotten
With graphic scenes of violence, sex and torture Rage’s unique cadence and elaborate descriptions vividly animates every aspect of his writing. Read this book. You’ll not forget. —-Mary Menzel “Reviewer – AllTheseBooks.com

nobody’s more brilliantly repulsive than rage
there’s an intelligence and his gift as a storyteller is being finely honed. rage is still gruesome, sickening, twisted, profane, disgusting, morbid, blasphemous. —-D. Gorman “Crystalline Structure Moon”

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)

It takes a sick, drug-addled, putrified brain to come up this demented.
If you enjoyed the Infernal trilogy by Edward Lee, then you will probably get off on these tales of another true hell.

—-nuff b. ess

Product Description Edit
Three cuts of bizarre hardcore horror from the macabre mind of the grim Reverend Rage. Three sordid tales of demons, revenge, botched suicide, organic narcotics, torture, halflings, freaks, vampires and a post apocalyptic society coming apart at its seams. Three trips to the dark side that’ll leave you reeling… yet unable to look away.
From the Author Edit
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”
 
AND LOOK FOR “PHARMACIDE” coming soon!!
 

By 

nuff b. ess

“As a true connoisseur of the horror genre, I must admit I was verily disgusted and appalled by this piece of “Morbid” and I am certain that this was the author’s intent. It takes a sincerely sick, drug-addled, putrified brain to come up with a world-view this demented. The “Reverend” must be very proud. If you enjoyed the Infernal trilogy by Edward Lee, then you will probably get off on these tales of another true hell where all rules no longer apply and the most profane things occur. I wish Reverend Rage a massive following so that one day my autographed copy might be worth something on Ebay.”
Visit Rage anytime at stevenrage.wordpress.com

From the Inside Flap Edit
Freaks just love the Reverend…

“It’s gritty, and realistically crazy. It’s gross in just the
right amounts. The story is so eloquently presented that
you’re straight in it for the whole nail-biting ride. I’d say
it’s masterful. Dark, beautiful, bizarro, and insightful. The
Reverend does brilliantly. I’m an instant fan of Steven
Rage. I can’t wait to read more.”

Kevin Shamel, author of Rotten Little Animals.

“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,
Jimmy Plush 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.

From the Back Cover Edit
The Place in Between: When Del is sent pictures of his wife’s latest affair, he reasons a .45 caliber bullet will answer his problems. To Del’s dismay, that’s only the beginning of his time spent wedged in the place in between. Luci’s lover tortures Del relentlessly. Del wants to recover just enough to seek revenge on them both. Sure enough a demon shows up with her silky-sweet promises. Then the ambiance twists dark and cruel beyond anything any one of them could’ve imagined.
 
 
Bad Notion Traveling Potion: The second day of the fifth waxing moon, in the 24th year, ACE. The frozen earth of The Harbor is in the grips of a new Little Ice Age. The human populace is down to just one-third. They are forced to exist in long, dank tunnels and cramped domiciles underground with The Good Doctor and his creations of Halflings and other freaks and geeks. TGD’s latest organic narcotic discovery goes LIVE and becomes self-aware. The bad notion traveling potion makes meat puppet users do its unholy bidding. Then the monster decides to turn on TGD, the Creator. Not the best idea, this. But it sure is going to be fun to watch.
Blood and Bubblegum: It’s colder than frozen shit down here in the dangerous tunnels of The Harbor in the post-cataclysmic world (ACE). Juan and I find ourselves here, in this horrible place because of The Good Doctor. His organic narcotics trade is booming. Juan, Mary and I want in. We have to find TGD and the nocturne, see if they will let us. We are down. We are hungry. And we are bringing Blood and Bubblegum to sweeten the pot. All of our dreams will come true. The only uncertainty is Mary and Juan living long enough to reap the rewards.
About the Author Edit
Reverend Steven Rage maintains that the hospital his
alter-ego works night-shifts for is haunted. However,
so many years of working in the dark with the sick
and dying has skewed his reality in such a perverse
way that even the brightness of day has become
frightening to him. He probably thinks that’s haunted.
The Reverend further asserts that his writing of
such bizarre, bloody and extreme fiction is conducive
to his and everyone else’s well-being. Everyone
should encourage him. And there is no proof Rage
sleeps upside down in a sealed closet. Absolutely
no proof at all.
Steven Rage has written an enthralling horror tale!
—-Harriet Klausner – (#1 REVIEWER) See all my reviews

Not soon forgotten
With graphic scenes of violence, sex and torture Rage’s unique cadence and elaborate descriptions vividly animates every aspect of his writing. Read this book. You’ll not forget. —-Mary Menzel “Reviewer – AllTheseBooks.com

nobody’s more brilliantly repulsive than rage
there’s an intelligence and his gift as a storyteller is being finely honed. rage is still gruesome, sickening, twisted, profane, disgusting, morbid, blasphemous. —-D. Gorman “Crystalline Structure Moon”

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)

It takes a sick, drug-addled, putrified brain to come up this demented.
If you enjoyed the Infernal trilogy by Edward Lee, then you will probably get off on these tales of another true hell.

—-nuff b. ess

Product Description Edit
Three cuts of bizarre hardcore horror from the macabre mind of the grim Reverend Rage. Three sordid tales of demons, revenge, botched suicide, organic narcotics, torture, halflings, freaks, vampires and a post apocalyptic society coming apart at its seams. Three trips to the dark side that’ll leave you reeling… yet unable to look away.
From the Author Edit
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”
 
AND LOOK FOR “PHARMACIDE” coming soon!!
 

By 

nuff b. ess

“As a true connoisseur of the horror genre, I must admit I was verily disgusted and appalled by this piece of “Morbid” and I am certain that this was the author’s intent. It takes a sincerely sick, drug-addled, putrified brain to come up with a world-view this demented. The “Reverend” must be very proud. If you enjoyed the Infernal trilogy by Edward Lee, then you will probably get off on these tales of another true hell where all rules no longer apply and the most profane things occur. I wish Reverend Rage a massive following so that one day my autographed copy might be worth something on Ebay.”
Visit Rage anytime at stevenrage.wordpress.com

From the Inside Flap Edit
Freaks just love the Reverend…

“It’s gritty, and realistically crazy. It’s gross in just the
right amounts. The story is so eloquently presented that
you’re straight in it for the whole nail-biting ride. I’d say
it’s masterful. Dark, beautiful, bizarro, and insightful. The
Reverend does brilliantly. I’m an instant fan of Steven
Rage. I can’t wait to read more.”

Kevin Shamel, author of Rotten Little Animals.

“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,
Jimmy Plush 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.

From the Back Cover Edit
The Place in Between: When Del is sent pictures of his wife’s latest affair, he reasons a .45 caliber bullet will answer his problems. To Del’s dismay, that’s only the beginning of his time spent wedged in the place in between. Luci’s lover tortures Del relentlessly. Del wants to recover just enough to seek revenge on them both. Sure enough a demon shows up with her silky-sweet promises. Then the ambiance twists dark and cruel beyond anything any one of them could’ve imagined.
 
 
Bad Notion Traveling Potion: The second day of the fifth waxing moon, in the 24th year, ACE. The frozen earth of The Harbor is in the grips of a new Little Ice Age. The human populace is down to just one-third. They are forced to exist in long, dank tunnels and cramped domiciles underground with The Good Doctor and his creations of Halflings and other freaks and geeks. TGD’s latest organic narcotic discovery goes LIVE and becomes self-aware. The bad notion traveling potion makes meat puppet users do its unholy bidding. Then the monster decides to turn on TGD, the Creator. Not the best idea, this. But it sure is going to be fun to watch.
Blood and Bubblegum: It’s colder than frozen shit down here in the dangerous tunnels of The Harbor in the post-cataclysmic world (ACE). Juan and I find ourselves here, in this horrible place because of The Good Doctor. His organic narcotics trade is booming. Juan, Mary and I want in. We have to find TGD and the nocturne, see if they will let us. We are down. We are hungry. And we are bringing Blood and Bubblegum to sweeten the pot. All of our dreams will come true. The only uncertainty is Mary and Juan living long enough to reap the rewards.
About the Author Edit
Reverend Steven Rage maintains that the hospital his
alter-ego works night-shifts for is haunted. However,
so many years of working in the dark with the sick
and dying has skewed his reality in such a perverse
way that even the brightness of day has become
frightening to him. He probably thinks that’s haunted.
The Reverend further asserts that his writing of
such bizarre, bloody and extreme fiction is conducive
to his and everyone else’s well-being. Everyone
should encourage him. And there is no proof Rage
sleeps upside down in a sealed closet. Absolutely
no proof at all.

Review

 
Steven Rage has written an enthralling horror tale!
—-Harriet Klausner – (#1 REVIEWER) See all my reviews

Not soon forgotten
With graphic scenes of violence, sex and torture Rage’s unique cadence and elaborate descriptions vividly animates every aspect of his writing. Read this book. You’ll not forget. —-Mary Menzel “Reviewer – AllTheseBooks.com

nobody’s more brilliantly repulsive than rage
there’s an intelligence and his gift as a storyteller is being finely honed. rage is still gruesome, sickening, twisted, profane, disgusting, morbid, blasphemous. —-D. Gorman “Crystalline Structure Moon”

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)

It takes a sick, drug-addled, putrified brain to come up this demented.
If you enjoyed the Infernal trilogy by Edward Lee, then you will probably get off on these tales of another true hell.

—-nuff b. ess

Product Description  
Three cuts of bizarre hardcore horror from the macabre mind of the grim Reverend Rage. Three sordid tales of demons, revenge, botched suicide, organic narcotics, torture, halflings, freaks, vampires and a post apocalyptic society coming apart at its seams. Three trips to the dark side that’ll leave you reeling… yet unable to look away.
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”
 
AND LOOK FOR “PHARMACIDE” coming soon!!
 

By 

nuff b. ess

“As a true connoisseur of the horror genre, I must admit I was verily disgusted and appalled by this piece of “Morbid” and I am certain that this was the author’s intent. It takes a sincerely sick, drug-addled, putrified brain to come up with a world-view this demented. The “Reverend” must be very proud. If you enjoyed the Infernal trilogy by Edward Lee, then you will probably get off on these tales of another true hell where all rules no longer apply and the most profane things occur. I wish Reverend Rage a massive following so that one day my autographed copy might be worth something on Ebay.”
Visit Rage anytime at stevenrage.wordpress.com

From the Inside Flap  
Freaks just love the Reverend…

“It’s gritty, and realistically crazy. It’s gross in just the
right amounts. The story is so eloquently presented that
you’re straight in it for the whole nail-biting ride. I’d say
it’s masterful. Dark, beautiful, bizarro, and insightful. The
Reverend does brilliantly. I’m an instant fan of Steven
Rage. I can’t wait to read more.”

Kevin Shamel, author of Rotten Little Animals.

“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,
Jimmy Plush 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.

   
The Place in Between: When Del is sent pictures of his wife’s latest affair, he reasons a .45 caliber bullet will answer his problems. To Del’s dismay, that’s only the beginning of his time spent wedged in the place in between. Luci’s lover tortures Del relentlessly. Del wants to recover just enough to seek revenge on them both. Sure enough a demon shows up with her silky-sweet promises. Then the ambiance twists dark and cruel beyond anything any one of them could’ve imagined.
 
 
Bad Notion Traveling Potion: The second day of the fifth waxing moon, in the 24th year, ACE. The frozen earth of The Harbor is in the grips of a new Little Ice Age. The human populace is down to just one-third. They are forced to exist in long, dank tunnels and cramped domiciles underground with The Good Doctor and his creations of Halflings and other freaks and geeks. TGD’s latest organic narcotic discovery goes LIVE and becomes self-aware. The bad notion traveling potion makes meat puppet users do its unholy bidding. Then the monster decides to turn on TGD, the Creator. Not the best idea, this. But it sure is going to be fun to watch.
Blood and Bubblegum: It’s colder than frozen shit down here in the dangerous tunnels of The Harbor in the post-cataclysmic world (ACE). Juan and I find ourselves here, in this horrible place because of The Good Doctor. His organic narcotics trade is booming. Juan, Mary and I want in. We have to find TGD and the nocturne, see if they will let us. We are down. We are hungry. And we are bringing Blood and Bubblegum to sweeten the pot. All of our dreams will come true. The only uncertainty is Mary and Juan living long enough to reap the rewards.
About the Author  
Reverend Steven Rage maintains that the hospital his
alter-ego works night-shifts for is haunted. However,
so many years of working in the dark with the sick
and dying has skewed his reality in such a perverse
way that even the brightness of day has become
frightening to him. He probably thinks that’s haunted.
The Reverend further asserts that his writing of
such bizarre, bloody and extreme fiction is conducive
to his and everyone else’s well-being. Everyone
should encourage him. And there is no proof Rage
sleeps upside down in a sealed closet. Absolutely
no proof at all.

Kindle Edition!

 
FIVE

The demon walked slowly up and down the Unit.
He touched each patient and peeked over the shoulders
of the nurses as they charted their thoughts
and findings. Each time the demon stopped near one
of the nurses, or any of the other staff, they would
feel even colder than usual. If he stayed long enough,
the staff member would actually exhale a cold plume
of frigid air. They would get an almost overwhelming
urge to either fuck or punch the first person
they saw. The demon was a very bad influence. 
 

Kindle Edition!

  1350, anno Domini

The smell was the worst.
It assaulted like a living, breathing thing. The smell hung on clothing and hair. If you stepped out of the hospital, down to the shores of Mighty Thames, the cloud would stay with you. Not even the cold and bitter wind washed it away.
The vampire didn’t care about the stench. The dying came to the London hospital in droves. He cared for them as best he could. He was a physician honor bound to treat the victims of this vicious plague. And then he would eat them.

The physician’s rotund. He was of normal girth before the scourge came. The floodgates opened. Black Plague brought an endless stream of blood-filled vessels. Very few survived. The Plague was deadly like that.
The vampire bled as many as he could. Sometimes twenty a day died in this manner, all but dried husks. They were cremated in great funeral pyres. Flames licked the sky and the heavens turned a blind eye to the suffering below.
The physician plump, flushed pink, growing more so by the day. The more blood he drank, the more he wanted. After a time, he could no longer fit into his clothes. He had to have another suit made. He grew out of that one too. And still they came.

He finished her off with one last gulp. The physician dropped her to the rags-covered pallet. Her cooling body settled with ankles crossed, arms slung out either side. He looked at her a moment. She reminded him of – something.
The vampire settled back on the stool, studied his hands. They’re burning now. They were bright pink, almost red. The fingers were as plump over-stuffed sausages, hard and rigid. The hands felt on fire, fingers coarse to move. Each subsequent attempt became more difficult. He sweated all the time. The bloody sweat stained his latest suit of clothes, already ripping at the seams.
He stood slowly up, legs cramping. His knees were sketchy from the improbable weight. Crimson sweat popped out on his forehead. It made him look like he just swatted away a swarm of biting insects.
His eyes began to tear. The tears slow at first, then fast. The great drops poured forth from bulging eyes. His swollen face cascaded salt-bloody tears. He slapped tears away and both his ears spurt. Ejaculates of blood shot out ruptured eardrums.
The vampire/physician lay still in the ever-spreading pool of his own blood. His patients’ blood. His victims’ blood.
A small crowd gathered to gawk and they were disgusted by the scene. But what they saw was not the worst.
It was the smell. That was the worst.

 

Kindle Edition!

 Chapter Five

Carpe Diem, nigga:

Tacitus had his Herod’s lovely neck in both his hands and he was squeezing the life out. He was a wheezy oil rig pumping away on Salome’s plump spread thighs. Her moans quick now turned to garbled chokes.
The two of them were copulating in Salome’s bedchamber. The new Herod shuddered and then she began to fight. She tried to twist away from the tight grip Tacitus had on her neck. Her attacker responded to this by pulling out of her. He placed all his weight on her. His hard knees were on her slender feminine arms. There was nowhere for her to go. She flattened out on the bed and he squeezed all the more. Salome managed to slip an arm free. She reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair. Tacitus grunted with the pain, but kept squeezing until she went limp beneath him.
He released her neck and rolled off her. Tacitus stood beside the bed of his Herod. He was naked, breathing hard and dizzy. He caught his breath and the dizziness dissipating with the slowing of his vital signs. He looked down to her, the one he had craved more than his mother’s milk. Salome was still alive, but she moved not.
Tacitus dried off his shit. He dropped the come towel on the throw rug covered cement floor. Giant foot-shaped indentations peeked out from under carpet. There was no one left to explain their origin. Salome had told Tacitus that the Devil did it, but he thought it was bullshit. It was probably just some drug-addled memory from when she was her Uncle Herod’s Plata-addicted play thing.

Kindle Edition!

 

 III

Mr. Big Winner:

I’m the lucky one.
My knees popped and cracked as I stood victorious. I stood too quickly, too excited. I forgot to hold my breath. I took in a big one to let loose my WHOOP. The sedative in the foggy mist made me swoon as soon as it touched my wet lungs. I could barely rebel out my victory yell. Hands grabbed hold of me from all directions. They belonged to the Halflings that made up most of Chess Master’s goon squad. Hands are a bit too generalized. Nevertheless, I witness a cacophony of swirling flurry of flesh, feathers, fur, claws and scales. In a furious rush a protective shield is forced roughly over my face. One of the more expensive dental implants in my mouth has been loosened in the exchange. I tried my level best not to choke on it as they try to hustle my old ass out of the gaming hall.
The goon squad surrounded me on all sides. The swarm of players de-crying their fate got shakily up from their places before the BINGO screens. Dozens of them began hurling themselves at us. The goons hit the oldies with neural disruptors, making them vomit and shit themselves. The biggest goons used their thick and strong iguana tails to snap at and toss bodily the other geezers out of our way. The weakened geriatric bones of these hapless players shattered on contact. It was soggy and gruesome to hear. Their screams were deafening. If I’d still had a heart, it would have been wrenched right out of me.

Kindle Edition!

 

 III

“DR. JONATHAN PENDER”

Three-point-Zero

Pender stood in line at the SaveCo pharmacy near his home and waited his turn. It was near noon and there were still several people ahead of him. He was beginning to feel trapped and his ragged nerves were protesting. It was well past his time. Pender was afraid the shakes that were ramping up would become severe enough to be noticed. He was embarrassed by his circumstances and was constantly trying to hide it from people.
I‟ve got to get a handle on this, Pender thought. The line really isn‟t that long.
Pender glanced over the top of the ten people in front of him to the customer service counter beyond. It might as well be one hundred miles away. He could feel a big pussy-fat panic building. Pender still had his emergency Quaalude left. It rested down at the bottom of his right front trouser pocket. He thought that right this very minute would be a darn good time to use it. Pender thrust his hand down deep into his pocket, retrieving both a candy mint and the pill. The both of them he popped in his mouth. He chewed them together rather loudly and with great relish. Just the thought of how the pill will soon relax him made Pender visibly content.
Pender glanced around at the customers milling about. He wondered how many of the respectable-looking people had a drug habit as nasty as his.
I hope a lot of them, he thought. The line for prescription refills had shortened by one person. I‟d hate to be the only one. A decade of higher education and advance training costing nearly one hundred thousand Notes and worth infinitely more, Pender mused wryly. All so I can become a god damned junkie. I have become the butt of my own stupid joke.

 

A beastly happy Herod is presented with the severed heads of Pontius
Pilate and Immanuel Christ. But he doesn.t see Michael as he stalks toward him
with a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound. He grips the hilt of his fiery
sword and pulls it free, still moving. Herod looks up and sees a pissed off
archangel bulling through his china shop. Herod.s smile fades into confusion as
Michael raises his sword. The archangel slices a downward arc at him. Herod is
still trying to gauge the level of danger as his torso is split from right neck to left
waist. He separates top from bottom, slides apart and drops dead to the floor with
two separate thuds.

The blood and filth-stained cops stand dumbfounded. Pleading silent, they
stare fearfully at Michael. He sheaths his Retribution, the flame dying as he does
so. Michael notices the men. They are quaking now as children that are being
taunted by bullies. The angel lets loose the hilt of his sword and points to both
pieces of Herod, bleeding all over the Compound floor.

“Repeat Offender,” he tells them.

And then Michael winks out, just as She instructed. Leaving the cops
unmolested, forgiven and unharmed.

For God still loves this world.

Inexplicably, She does.

When One is weary of Lame Shit …

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