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  •   PHARMACIDE is a dark and suspenseful novel. PHARMACIDE is medical suspense, lab wrongdoings, murder, extortion, gang hits, versus my usual fare. There are no ghosts, demons, vampires, the Brood, Morbid, Shirk, re-incarnated Pontius Pilate, ‘The Good Doctor’, halflings, satanic blood rituals and absolutely NO ONE GETS RAPED by SATAN. No animals were hurt during the making of this manuscript. That means that at a PG or so rating, nearly anyone can have a nice big Fit of Rage. If you dig the NC-17 (or worse) dark scribbling good for you, my friend! I have shit-tons of gross, wet, dark, and dank smelly extreme fiction. Horror and Occult, Hardcore Christian, too. Thanks for coming. Enjoy!

“PHARMACIDE” A novel of dark suspense by: Steven Sott Nelson, RRT

“The Love of money is the root of all evil.” -The Good Book

“We are all born to die. In the meantime, make money. Fuck a book.” DMX    




Let’s begin near the end:

Just like blood in my mouth, I can taste the fear. This terror is a constant companion as I scan the lot. I need to find a place to hide on the quick. This place of concealment needs to be ten to fifteen years old. Too old to be protected with a car alarm, I’m seeking a functional tool, not a trendy fashion statement. I can’t go arbitrarily jiggling on door handles, praying alarms don’t sound. Otherwise, I get to see if I can outrun El Oso and his gun. Not wanting to give that a go, I move swiftly, hunched over, attempting to seek out the right car and simultaneously keep myself hidden from my relentless, armed pursuer. It will be a neat trick, if I can. I wouldn’t lay odds on it, though.
I still can’t believe this is happening to me. Running for my life in the dead of night is not at all what I had in mind when I accepted this gig.
Quiet as the dreams of sleeping ants, I skulk from parked car to parked car. Finally I strike gold. The ’76 Buick I happen upon is perfect. The four-door sedan isn’t even locked. The passenger-side front door opens louder than I am happy with, but I should be safe. I hope. I don’t hear the big man anywhere near, so maybe. I do a fast and low survey and spot no one. Maybe, I think, just maybe. I don’t expect to be fortunate enough to find car keys dangling with promise from the ignition. I’m not surprised to clock it empty. A just in case swift check of the underside of the visor and beneath the driver’s seat, also prove fruitless. After one more look-see out to the dark lot, I slide, as quietly as I can, over the top of the front seat of the twelve year-old car. I thump down to the cold dark floorboard in the back. My heart is pounding staccatos in my head and my breathing goes in and out, raspy and quick. It is early January in the desert valley city of Phoenix. The very early morning air is freezing here in the Grand Canyon State capital. I am just settling down when the footsteps I’ve been expecting finally arrive. The path of El Oso’s feet is light and sure. I hear him searching for me as he weaves his way through the staff parking lot of St. Anthony Medical Center. The lot is half-filled with cars, but vacant of people. I hear my adversary chuckle softly. “I know you’re here, Doc,” he says. “I know you’re close by. You’re so scared I can practically smell it.” Well, he’s got that right. My dizziness is increasing and I am as terrified as I have eve been. “Be a man and show yourself. You won’t suffer,” El Oso promises. “Not like she did. She was begging for the life of her child while I laughed in her face. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, mister big-time doctor.” I’m doing the best I can to melt into the floorboard of the big sedan. My hands are trembling as I listen to the killer walk past me. “She whimpered for you, Doc. She cried out for you to save her, but you couldn’t know that. Not when you run away like a scared rabbit, leaving her trapped in the wreckage and helpless at my feet.” I hear El Oso’s voice fading as he walks further away. I want so desperately to shout out how I had gone for help. That I didn’t know what would happen. But I can’t say a single word, no matter how rattled I feel. Instead, I bite down hard on my own fist until the pain flashes boldly. A pointless and impotent gesture, but I manage to draw a little blood. Pain should keep me sharp, if the rank fear won’t. “Now here’s a nice ride,” I hear him say from a distance. “I bet is costs a shit-ton of Notes, though. After I finish the job and collect the rest of my money. Maybe I’ll celebrate and buy myself one.” I lie perfectly still and El Oso stops his wondering aloud. I wish he’d keep babbling. I couldn’t give a rip about his window shopping, but I’m praying he ramps up his monologue again. The ensuing silence frightens me even more than his casual talk of violence has. When I can hear El Oso talking, I have a fair idea where the killer is, but now? Now, El Oso can be anywhere. The night continues on in its silence, all except for the distant wailing of an ambulance. As the siren fades, two beeps leak from my wristwatch, followed almost immediately by two more, signaling the two a.m. alarm. The shock of it jolts the devil out of me. I fumble with the watch’s display face, dousing the remaining beeps. You have got to be kidding me, I think. I hope the killer can’t hear it, but the alarm’s about as subtle as an explosion. Sounds can travel far in the still, cold night air. Shit.
–end 1st excerpt.

'PHARMACIDE' by Steven Scott Nelson, RRT.

Cover of "PILATE: A Brutal Bible Tale"

Cover of PILATE: A Brutal Bible Tale

The Place in BetweenThe Place in Between by Steven Rage
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Hey You!

The Reverend thought you might like a sample of my new book, “The Place in Between”. Go on and check it out, you’ve never seen the likes:

The Place in Between…

Rev. Steven Rage
Steven Rage

View all my reviews Sep 19, 2010 Nick Cato rated it The three stories presented here are tied to an apocalyptic underground community known as The Harbor (two take place post, while the title tale goes down before all hell breaks loose). In ‘Blood and Bubblegum,’ we’re introduced to some seriously strange characters who are involved in an ever-growing organic narcotics trade, including protagonist Juan and a fecal-demon that lives in his rectum. This is by far the weirdest entry here, and features a fresh look at vampirism. ‘Th …more The three stories presented here are tied to an apocalyptic underground community known as The Harbor (two take place post, while the title tale goes down before all hell breaks loose). In ‘Blood and Bubblegum,’ we’re introduced to some seriously strange characters who are involved in an ever-growing organic narcotics trade, including protagonist Juan and a fecal-demon that lives in his rectum. This is by far the weirdest entry here, and features a fresh look at vampirism. ‘The Place In Between,’ shows that a revenge story can be done in a fresh manner: Del’s wife Luci is having an affair with her drug supplier, Sancho. Sancho and Luci eventually manage to get custody of the invalid Del, and Sancho uses this as payback time from their navy days (apparently Del had done something to ruin Sancho’s career). The story becomes an extreme torture tale, one that made me wince a few times…but Del manages to turn the tables via a Faust-ish deal with a demon. Rage also gives another fresh spin here on ghosts, making this a perfect blend of hardcore horror and bizarro goodness. In the final piece, ‘Bad Notion, Traveling Potion,’ we return to The Harbor and learn more about The Good Doctor (responsible for creating drugs and mutants) and his created servant, the scene-stealing hybrid man/chimp, Tugmunkee. This one was a bit of a chore to follow, but in the end Rage brings it all together. While some people in the bizarro community frown upon stories centered around drug use, this one works as the “tripping” scenes are just a side-note to the real weirdness. THE PLACE IN BETWEEN is gross, disgusting, funny, horrific, and disturbing, yet at the same time it’s quite entertaining. Rage writes with his conscience thrown out the window (that is, if he had one to begin with), yet unlike some more extreme stuff I’ve read, he actually knows how to WRITE a story around the grue. I’m keeping my eye on this guy as he truly lives up to his last name.


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 reviewed The Place In Between

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)

nobody is more brilliantly repulsive than rage
there is 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”

Not soon forgotten
With graphic scenes of violence, sex and torture Steven Rage’s unique cadence and elaborate descriptions vividly animates every aspect of his writing. Read this book. You’ll not forget.

–Mary Menzel “Reviewer –”

Steven Rage has written an enthralling horror tale!

Harriet Klausner– (#1 REVIEWER) See all my reviews


Product Description

A new 3 novella collection of the darkest, grittiest, gruesome fiction to ever be released by LegumeMan Books.
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


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.”
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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.


From the Back Cover

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.
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.
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.

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.
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