Friday, January 16, 2015

RISING FROM ASHES Chapter 1 and A Brand New Exclusive Story!

So for those who might have missed it the first chapter of RISING FROM ASHES: EMPIRE OF BLOOD BOOK THREE went up on Patreon, Wattpad, and (in the form of a video reading on) Youtube! (The audio is also free to download over at Patreon and you can also find the video down below in this post.) I'm gonna be doing at least one chapter a week up until and on past the official full eBook/paperback release which will be...

Drum roll, please! ......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................April 28th, 2015!

Yeah, I know you were hoping for sooner. However, I really want to do something different with this release. Hence the video and audio readings. I'm hoping people will interact with me on this. I'd really like us to experience this last EoB novel together in a fun and exciting kind of way. Kindle folks can set it up via the instructions on my Patreon page to get chapters directly on their devices and I'd love it if you all would check out my videos and read along. Some of you may be old enough to remember those old children's books that came with the record that you'd put in and listen to someone read the book to you  as you read along with them. That's almost exactly what I'm going for only directly from author to reader. From me to you. Here's the video of chapter one:

I've also worked on improving the perks and things for my Patreon page, giving the $5 a month package access to all of my published titles, new releases early (Including RISING FROM ASHES!), and rare and unreleased stories.

And once a month, I'll be releasing a brand new story completely exclusive to Patreon. In fact I just uploaded January's story. It's a 10,000 word novelette called Koadie's Monster and it's a stand alone story from my Ray Garret/Lifeline cyberpunk/crime series, in fact for those of you who've read Exit Reality, you might recognize that name as a fairly older Koadie Lawson features prominently in that 2013 novella. In a sense this is sort of his origin story. Like all of my other Lifeline stories, you don't need to have read any of the others to know what's going on. But for chronological sake, this story would be set before any of the other Lifeline stories I've put out. Here's the blurb I wrote for it:

Young Koadie Lawson is tired of Rudy bullying him on the bus. Every day the older boy picks on him, beats on him, and sometimes even spits on him. But today Koadie has a plan. He's going to finally get his revenge.

Using a new Lifeline program called LifeCraft, he creates the perfect interactive perceptual trap for Rudy in the form of a fake porn file. But when Rudy takes the bait, Koadie gets more revenge than he bargained for.

Now it's up to Ray Garret to go in and save Rudy from his own perceptual hell and bring the poor kid back to the real world before there's nothing left to save.

But first... he has to make it past Koadie's Monster...

Not enough? How about a sample?


Koadie's Monster


Robert S. Wilson

Koadie had been thinking about Rudy Donavan when he started building the monster. Rudy and every other one of those bastards he had to walk through to get to the back of the bus every morning. But mostly Rudy. At least in Lifeshare Koadie could make up his own world, make up his own rules. Virtual or not, they were still better than that shithole of a real world out there.
Anyone looking from the outside would have seen a young boy with dark skin and blue eyes sitting at a computer, a small black plastic device sticking out of his ear. But these days only the dead and the elderly didn’t know what a Lifeline was. From Koadie’s perspective, he floated in a virtual tunnel, facing his latest creation, surrounded by a dull gray graphical interface with enough buttons and dials to keep a kid busy for centuries. He searched through the list of mods from a black side panel hanging in the air. He needed something especially gruesome to add to his monster—which currently consisted of a large man-shaped shadow and two red eyes.
Wooden items, ceramic items, common items, fabrics, liquids, smooth items, sharp items—that’s it. He tapped on the square marked SHARP ITEMS and it exploded into a huge sliding panel of icons, each one a different kind of sharp object. Knives, swords, daggers, eating utensils, rough broken pieces of wood, jagged rocks, rusty nails—perfect! Koadie grabbed the rusty nails and pulled them down onto the blank portion of the monster’s face, below the red glowing irises. He angled two nails downward so they resembled long sharp fangs. A chill rolled up his spine as he beheld his completed masterpiece.
He’d spent the last five weeks designing the setting for his revenge and now he finally had the means of delivering it. Koadie willed the list of settings to appear and it did so just as quickly as his brain had called for it. By now, he had accumulated quite a number of self-made settings for various uses from playing to studying, to just wanting a place to be left alone. Tucked in neatly with his usual favorite play places, the .lif file titled FREAK_RUDY_OUT waited to be chosen. Koadie renamed it to HOT_FUCKING_BLONDE.lif then tapped the icon and the world around him transformed random pixel by random pixel into a small unkempt yard in front of a modest white house dimly lit by a blurry silver sickle in a foggy sky. The chipping paint was faintly visible in the hazy light. Every detail of it was as real as any recording Koadie had ever seen in the Lifeline right down to the moisture reflecting off each individual blade of grass. He looked up. The shadow of an exaggerated feminine silhouette shaded in from the yellow-lit window just below the pinnacle of the house. Koadie grinned.
He willed the Setting Variables table to appear before him and started flipping through the different rooms within the house. When he came to the bedroom at the bottom of the list, he opened the Insert menu and tapped the New Item button. Then found his monster in the list, tapped it and watched as the progress bar filled with blue from left to right. A chime filled his ears to mark the task complete. He laughed and willed himself out of the setting then out of the Lifeline altogether. Mama’s old laptop and the plain brown wooden coffee table slowly resolved before him. He pulled the Lifeline device from his ear as the usual sense of displacement left him dizzy and disoriented.
With a ringing in his head and a smile on his face, he set the small black device on the table, got up from the living room floor, and ran off to his room to get ready for bed. Mama would be home soon and he didn’t want to get a busted butt again for being late to bed.


The next morning when it was time for Mama to leave for work, Koadie sat outside swinging on the porch swing, wrapped up in his winter coat, books at his side. Mama pretended to gasp at the sight of him as she came out the front door and then laughed, letting out a huge cloud of thick white fog. Koadie smiled and kicked his legs in the air.
“Ain’t it awful early fa yo ass to be out here waitin’ on the bus already?”
“I dunno…” Koadie couldn’t stop grinning.
“Whatcha smilin’ about? You look like you got a secret, lil’ man.”
“No, Mama, I’m just in a good mood. Have a good day at work…”
“Oh shit.” She looked at her watch. “Yeah, I betta go, baby. You have a good day at school, now, ya hear?” She kissed Koadie on the forehead with a big wet slap and turned around just in time to reveal Rudy Donavon walking up to the bus stop with a big spiteful grin on his big fat face.
Great, there goes that good mood.
Koadie thought about his plan for revenge. He was hoping to let his worst enemy’s first attack of the day bounce off of him when the time came. A minute later Mama was gone in a cloud of smoke from the ear-shattering muffler of her huge white Oldsmobile and all that remained were four boys waiting at the bus stop with big intimidating smirks on each of their faces.
Koadie let his mouth fall into the usual frown and got up from the porch swing then dragged his feet down the narrow concrete steps.
He didn’t have to pretend to be sad for very long. Usually the abuse didn’t start until they were on the bus. Rudy would be too busy telling his boys about the latest girl he “banged,” but this morning was different. As soon as Koadie stepped up onto the curb in front of the bus stop, one of Rudy’s buddies, Corbin, shoved Koadie hard. Fighting to keep his balance, Koadie felt something jab in behind his ankles and then he hit the pavement. Rudy Donavan stood over him laughing with accomplishment while Koadie fought to suck air into his lungs.
“Oh, I’m sorry, shitface, did you trip over my foot?” Rudy looked at the other boys, and they all laughed. “Here, let me help you, shitface.” Rudy bent down and offered his hand to Koadie, who knew it was only going to end badly, but took it anyway. Rudy pulled Koadie up with pale delicate fingers right into a waiting sucker punch from his other hand. Koadie bent forward holding his stomach. Monster or not, Koadie had had enough. He was just about to throw his books down and start swinging when the bus pulled up behind him. The double doors folded open and Rudy ran up to be first in line on the bus, glaring back at Koadie with a half smile.


Mrs. Dillman’s class helped Koadie calm down and remember that he had a solid plan in place. By the time they’d moved on to English, the last subject of the day, Koadie was anticipating the bus ride home with great eagerness. He circled the predicate in each sentence just like the directions explained and had the assignment on Mrs. Dillman’s desk before anyone else. Then he sat waiting with twiddling thumbs for the bell to ring and his bus number to be called. He gripped the usb stick in his pocket tightly. If Rudy took the bait, it was only a matter of time before Koadie got him back. Big time.


Fighting to keep his smile in check, Koadie climbed into the bus. Most of the seats were empty, but that didn’t matter. He wouldn’t have to seek out Rudy, the bus ride home always brought Rudy to him. But unlike any other day, this time Koadie wanted Rudy to make his appearance. Wanted Rudy to pick a fight with him. Wanted Rudy to find the usb stick in his pocket and wanted Rudy to steal it, take it home, and use it.
When the bus was full and the voices of teen and preteen girls and boys rang out over the local droning pop radio station, Koadie reached in his pocket and wrapped his sweaty fingers one by one over the small black usb stick and waited. About half an hour and half the kids dropped off later, a hand reached over the green vinyl seat behind Koadie and smacked him on the head so hard the sting of it brought a chill up his spine and through his shoulders.
Rudy laughed that wicked laugh of little bastard bullies. “Hey, shithead, what’s ‘a matter?” He pushed Koadie into the window side of the seat and pressed his body against him, squeezing him into the wall of the bus. Koadie’s breath left him for the second time that day and he gasped to get it back. Rudy’s eyes twinkled as he stuck his middle knuckle out like a jagged point and punched Koadie’s leg at close painful range. It was time, Koadie realized as the tears built up around his eyes, threatening to spill over onto his cheeks and down his nose.
He shoved back against Rudy with all his might, putting every ounce of concentration into each muscle as he pressed against him, but it was like pushing against a concrete wall covered in solid steel. Rudy let out a breathy giggle and slammed back into him, pushing harder this time, squeezing Koadie even more and elbowing him several times in the ribs for good measure. “I don’t like it when you do that, shithead.” From Koadie’s limited view he caught the eye of the bus driver for what had to be the dozenth time and just like each occasion before, the man quickly turned his eyes away pretending he hadn’t seen.
Koadie did his best to get a good kick in, but Rudy grabbed his leg and pulled him closer then let his fists take turns punching Koadie in the stomach. Right, left, right, left. Koadie leaned forward in between punches and threw out his own fist in a phony attempt to hit back. Rudy took the bait and grabbed Koadie’s hand. Koadie let go of the drive and it fell to the floor with a loud plastic clack.
“What—” Rudy shoved Koadie back against the wall then reached down blindly with his eyes on Koadie and his lips stretched into a sideways grin. “Looks like you dropped something, shithead.” Rudy sat upright holding the flash drive in his hand like a trophy to tower over all others. “Well, looky here.” He turned the small drive over in his hands. “Thirty-two terabytes. Nice. Thank you very much, shithead. I’ll treasure this always.” He scooted over real close to Koadie. “Here, I’ve got a gift for you too.” He leaned down and spit full on in Koadie’s face, leaving a wad of gooey phlegm sliding down Koadie’s cheekbone.
Just then the bus came to a halt and Rudy grabbed the seat in front of them and rose to his feet, gave Koadie one more devious look, then sauntered down the middle aisle and down the steps off the bus. Koadie grinned with a face covered in mucus.


The paper towels the bus driver gave him had gotten most of the nastiness off of his face and out of his hair, but when Koadie got home, the first thing he did was run for the bathroom and take a quick shower to thoroughly wash his face. He was a very independent child, always cleaning himself, taking care of his chores, and finishing his homework without having to be asked or reminded. But what he managed in responsibility he couldn’t seem to balance with social skills. He knew that. Understood it. But he didn’t know how to change it—or at least he hadn’t known before. Now, he had the answer. Eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth. He had learned the phrase sitting with Mama at church and now he would put it to use. Clean from his shower, Koadie dried himself off and dressed, then went straight to his bedroom and turned on Mama’s old gray laptop.


Rudy Donavon had just finished washing the old man’s antique Chevy Volt when he remembered the little shithead’s flash drive. He set the soapy blue rag down in the water bucket, dried his hands on his pants and pulled out the drive and looked it over. He wondered what was on it. Probably stupid kid stuff. Thirty-two terabytes wasn’t bad, but he wished the kid had let loose of a 256 or more. Oh well, little shithead hooked me up anyway. He let out a cackle that went on until the voice of his father stopped him cold.
“Just what the fuck are you laughing about, boy? Get back to work until that goddamn car is sparkling.” Father’s belt buckle gleamed in the dwindling sunlight, catching Rudy’s eye. He nodded, slipping the drive into his pocket quickly so his father wouldn’t see, and picked the wet rag back out of the bucket and went back to scrubbing the cherry red Volt.
Bob Donavon was a stocky man, tan and muscular with reddish blond hair, thick glasses, and a shaggy mustache that gave him a deceptively friendly appearance. But his son knew better. All too well. Standing in neat beige slacks with plain gray suspenders, his shirt thrown aside after a hard day’s work, cold beer in hand, Bob sat back down on the front porch watching Rudy with a look Rudy thought a prison guard might give an inmate who’d recently tried to escape.
Rudy spotted three crushed empty cans on the floor scattered beside his father’s feet. Four? Great. The evening had only just begun.


It was full on dark when Rudy was finally done washing the old man’s Volt. After scrubbing every last inch of its metal shell, vacuuming and scraping every crevice inside, and finally toweling it all dry to his father’s drunkenly absurd expectations, the old man finally let him go up to his room, but not without a few slurred threats of black eyes and bruised ass cheeks.
Rudy pulled out his old laptop and hooked up the flash drive. He hoped to use the stick to hide his latest Lifeline porn. The last time his father found his virtual perceptual porn collection, he beat Rudy black and blue and then took the files for himself. Rudy knew because that night the moans that came from his father’s usually lonely bedroom came from one solitary male voice. It wasn’t likely he’d be scrubbing that from his brain anytime soon.
But he didn’t let that stop him from finding the juiciest girls online though. At least that way he wasn’t lying to the other guys when he bragged about the girls he banged all the time. Deep down, he knew he didn’t have the balls yet to do it with a real girl. Besides, real girls wouldn’t give him the time of day.
The flash drive’s root folder popped up on his screen with only a handful of files. Silly kid stuff just like he thought but—wait. What’s this?
Nice. A present from shithead.
Rudy set the Laptop down quietly and snuck over to his bedroom door, locking it. Then he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a black phallic-shaped Lifeline device with the letters “HPDID”—Human Perceptual Digital Interface Device—on the side. He picked up the laptop and started up LifeShare. A tan image with the LifeShare logo—several smiling male and female faces with closed eyes and Lifelines in their ears—popped up. When the program was open and waiting, he went into settings and clicked the Privacy tab. Sure enough, under Physical Host Connections, Vocal and Basic were switched to “Private Mode.” Unlike the old man, he knew how to get the job done quietly. He put the device in his ear and with HOT_FUCKING_BLONDE.lif highlighted, he slammed the Enter key and waited for the pleasure to begin.

Monday, January 5, 2015


Huge Empire of Blood News

Rising From Ashes: Empire of Blood Book III to be serialized in video, audio, and ebook on Patreon!

Some of you have been waiting a long time to read Rising From Ashes, and now you won't have to wait much longer. I've started a Patreon page and will be serializing the book over there pre-publication. I'll also be doing all kinds of other stuff there like video how-tos on writing and editing, multimedia stories, and much more. Check out the Youtube video embedded below or just follow THIS LINK to go directly to my new Patreon page.

I'm going into uncharted territory with this next book and I hope you'll come with me on this strange and exciting journey! Thank you all so much for reading, reviewing, and emailing me to tell me how much you've enjoyed my work. Your support means the world to me!

Sincerely and most appreciatively yours,

Robert S. Wilson

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry Christmas, motherfuckers! ... And a Happy New Year!

I can't say it's been the greatest year of my life by far given the loss of a truly incredible human being that I can never get back, but the year definitely ended up with some good things to look back on too. That said, I'm not going to drag everyone through a long ass boring play by play of everything that happened. But I think I will mention a few things I didn't get around to before and some big things to come...

If you haven't already heard, Fantasy For Good: A Charitable Anthology edited by Richard Salter and Jordan Ellinger, including stories by pretty much most of the best names in fantasy (George R.R. Martin, Neil Gaiman, Piers Anthony, Carrie Vaughn, Katharine Kerr, Roger Zelazny, and a ton more), the sequel of sorts to Horror For Good: A Charitable Anthology (co-edited by yours truly), is now available in both trade paperback and Kindle from Amazon or at a discounted price directly from Nightscape Press. Other ebook formats are also available on our website and will soon be available through ebook stores everywhere. While HFG continues to raise funds by giving all net proceeds to amfAR, The Foundation for AIDS Research, Fantasy For Good has already raised a nice chunk for The Colon Cancer Alliance. So, if you haven't picked up your copy yet, you should probably get on that. Not trying to pressure you or anything but it is for a great cause! :-)

In other news SHINING IN CRIMSON is now gaining on 150,000 reads on and I recently started serializing FADING IN DARKNESS there as well with occasional interruptions and advertisements from me here and there. Meanwhile, RISING FROM ASHES is coming along well now after a short period of bleak despair and near self destruction (aka whiny writer syndrome). Along with working on finishing RFA, I've also been working on several other novels and novellas and a nonfiction book in various stages of development and have apparently learned nothing at all about prioritizing over the
past thirty years or so... Go figure.

But at the same time, I've been putting together something I think will be truly special over the past few months. Very soon... like, any day now, I'll be launching my own Patreon account and with it, I'll be giving readers the option to join a sort of RSW book club, check out unreleased stories, get sneak peeks and samples of future works, watch videos and live streaming video of me reading, ask me questions about my work, my character, writing, editing, and publishing, and all sorts of stuff. (If you have no idea what Patreon is, here's a helpful link to get you up to speed.) In fact, as soon as that's ready, I'll come back and edit this blog post to have all the details and links. For now though, have a Merry Christmas, a Happy Hanukkah, a Happy Kwanzaa, a delightful Winter Solstice, and a fantastic New Year! Take it easy and all that jazz and maybe one of these days I'll actually start posting on this thing more regularly.

...Yeah... not fucking likely...

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

THE EVENT so far...

For those of you who might have missed some of the tour posts on Facebook given Facebook's new "Give us all your money if you want us to show people your posts" business practices, I thought I would do a recap of the Robert S. Wilson Thrown-Together-at-the-Last-Minute-Due-to-An-Overwhelming-Amount-of-Procrastination-and-Indecision Blog Tour and Book Giveaway Contest! So far there have been several blog posts and things:

And of course, this whole thing wouldn't be happening if it weren't for the releases. WHERE ALL LIGHT IS LEFT TO DIE, SOULSERVE: A Ray Garret/Lifeline Techno Thriller, THE NESTING PLACE, THE QUIET (Newly Revised and Extended), and my short story THE OTHERS (a PMMP One-Night Stands story) are now available. In order to make things easier, you can find them by clicking on the eBook retailer icons below. (Kobo is slow to add titles but WHERE ALL LIGHT IS LEFT TO DIE is currently available, the rest are on the way.)

I was hoping to have the final cover for Rising from Ashes ready to show off, but the cards did not play out the way I had hoped. But very soon there will be a great unveiling, so stay tuned. Take it easy and thanks again all of you who have taken the time to give my work, my blog, and/or my ramblings a chance. 

Monday, September 8, 2014

The Robert S. Wilson Thrown-Together-at-the-Last-Minute-Due-to-An-Overwhelming-Amount-of-Procrastination-and-Indecision Blog Tour and Book Giveaway Contest!

I'll be releasing four new titles this month as well as a revised and extended edition of my first published novella, THE QUIET. In order to celebrate these releases, I'm doing contests, giveaways, and a blog tour all month long and even pushing a little bit into October!

First of all, I'm proud to reveal the release date and cover for my upcoming short story THE OTHERS which will be out for Kindle on September 19th from Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing as part of their uber awesome One-Night Stands series! THE OTHERS is a dark science fiction tale (big surprise there, right?) written in a very experimental (for me at least) omniscient present tense format. (For those who don't understand writer viewpoint/tense speak that means it's written from an outside all-knowing point of view as if its happening as you read it.)

Next up, I already posted about my upcoming fiction collection WHERE ALL LIGHT IS LEFT TO DIE
due out on September 23rd (which the voices in my head won't let me get away without mentioning is also currently available for pre-order for Kindle on Amazon!). Thirteen tales in all. Awakened from the mind of Robert S. Wilson. Ripped from their slumber and stretched across the fabric of space and time, silently screaming into the farthest reaches of the cold dead void... where all light is left to die.

But there's obviously more in store this month.

My 2013 novella EXIT REALITY introduced folks to another side of my writing. One in which the very likely near future plugs our brains directly into the internet. A vast network of connected minds sharing experiences and memories both real and completely fabricated through a service known as the Lifeline. And it also introduced my character Ray Garret, an Antivii agent in charge of investigating murders in the dark shadowy tunnels of the Lifeline. Because when you connect yourself into the Lifeline, you don't just risk revealing personal information... you risk your very life and mind.

Seven days after the release of WHERE ALL LIGHT IS LEFT TO DIE, September 30th marks the coming of a new stand alone novella in the Ray Garret/Lifeline series. One I've been working on since I was still in the writing stages of EXIT REALITY, over two years ago: SOULSERVE: A RAY GARRET/LIFELINE TECHNO THRILLER! SOULSERVE is set chronologically before EXIT REALITY and it's not at all necessary to have read EXIT REALITY first, but you could possibly get more out of it if you have. At the same time you might enjoy reading the two stories in chronological order. I certainly welcome you to read them both in some order if you haven't already read EXIT REALITY yet. SOULSERVE is also available via Kindle pre-order RIGHT NOW!

Death is but a doorway... when SoulServe holds the key. 

One by one, a group of scientists at Brizen Health are being murdered by... something. Doctors, subjects, and even janitors are reporting disturbances in Section 671, the Neuro-Technical Division. Ever since the death of Dr. Carl Broxson, the server room in Section 671 has maintained a negative 65 degrees Fahrenheit. Printers turn themselves on and print out terrifying cryptic messages. People have been seeing things in and out of the virtual world of the Lifeline. Including the apparition of their beloved colleague Dr. Broxson himself. 

When local police realize the case leads directly into the deep digital canyon of the Lifeline, Antivii agent Ray Garret is called to the scene to get to the bottom of things before another brilliant mind can be taken. But when his wife, Rhonda, starts falling at random and begins to have seizures, the ghost in Brizen Health could be Ray's only hope to save the love of his life.

Lastly and a bit out of order, on September 23rd, I'll be releasing two stand alone novellas which will also be available in WHERE ALL LIGHT IS LEFT TO DIE for those who would rather read a single piece and don't enjoy collections (there are some out there...). THE NESTING PLACE (also currently available for Kindle pre-order) is a brand new science fiction novella from me that, while it does take a few steps on the dark side as most of my work usually does, it deviates from my norm in a more focused way. It tows the line between general science fiction and hard science fiction, and with mixing scientific ideas like m-theory, zero point energy, and supervoids, it is probably one of the most ambitious SF pieces I've written to date. I'll let my readers decide if the final story holds true to that ambition.

When Art Gibson's collie, Ginger, goes out of control, barking and digging at Dead Man's Hill, Art makes a chilling discovery: someone is trapped inside. Alive. Once rescued, the man himself is even stranger. Naked and unable to speak, he is taken to the hospital. As he recovers from an unknown shock, the fate of an entire universe is at stake. 

And finally, I'll be re-releasing my novella THE QUIET in Kindle format in a newly revised and extended edition that will replace the original version. For those of you who purchased THE QUIET for Kindle before, I believe it should update for you. If for some reason it doesn't come September 24th, email me at and I'll make sure you get a copy of the newly updated novella.

James Benton might be the last man on earth. Racing to get to work, he finds random abandoned cars, smoldering pile-ups, and something even stranger. Everywhere he goes there's no grass, no people, not even a bird in the sky. Alone in a barren world, James travels west in search of someone, anyone who might have survived The Quiet.

With all that said, you can celebrate these releases with me here on my blog but even more so on THE EVENT's FACEBOOK PAGE! I'll be giving away books, I'll be doing contests to win more books... and there'll be plenty of other fun stuff going on along the way. So come join the party over there for the most up to date posts and interact with myself and others who I've managed to sucker into coming along for the ride!

And for those disappointed that RISING FROM ASHES: EMPIRE OF BLOOD BOOK THREE isn't among these new releases... you just might be pleasantly surprised with a huge announcement toward the end of the party...

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Where All Light is Left to Die: A Collection of Darkness by Robert S. Wilson

Some of you might have noticed that I dabble in the written word from time to time... Over the past few years I've published a few stories here and there in anthologies, on Amazon, on webzines, and even a couple here on this blog. In the past few months I've been working on revising my very first published story which is also one of my most popular and yet most polarizing stories: The Quiet. I've also been working on further edits of a revised version of a little known tale I wrote several years ago and hid away deep in the 1s and 0s of my harddrive called The Nesting Place.

While I plan on publishing (republishing as far as The Quiet goes) these two novellas as stand alone eBooks, I also realized that I had a number of stories I felt would work well collected together including these two. So, lo and behold...

Available to pre-order now for Kindle (will be sent to your Kindle September 23rd, 2014.)!

With six short stories, four flash tales, two novellas, and one novelette, it will clock clocks in right around 80k at approximately 74,000 words. The current final TOC (which could very well change between now and release) is as follows:
  • The Death Catcher (originally published in Fear the Reaper from Crystal Lake Publishing)
  • Playing with Fire (exclusive to this collection)
  • The Singularity (exclusive to this collection)
  • The Last Time I Saw my Brother Nathan (originally published in A Quick Bite of Flesh from Hazardous Press)
  • Self-Aware (originally self-published as a stand alone short story)
  • The Boy in the Elevator (originally published in The Best of The Horror Society 2013)
  • Forcipules (originally self-published as a stand alone short story)
  • Calling Me Home (originally published here on my blog)
  • The Northern Continent The Resurrection of Tommy Derringer: An Empire of Blood Short Story (exclusive to this collection)
  • Reduction The Suits (exclusive to this collection)
  • The Quiet (revised and expanded version, will also be re-released soon as a stand-alone novella)
  • Through the Mindhole (originally self-published as a stand alone novelette)
  • The Nesting Place (new, but will also be released as a stand-alone novella)

When those with a special gift can catch your soul in that dark realm between here and hereafter and bring you back to life, who will save us all from the jealous void? 

Lurking between the crowds of men and women, there are those among us who feed on something other than plants and animals. Predators with a unique kind of prey. Predators of those who prey on women and children... Predators with a taste for justice. 

James Benton might be the last man on earth. Racing to get to work, he finds random abandoned cars, smoldering pile-ups, and something even stranger. Everywhere he goes there's no grass, no people, not even a bird in the sky. Alone in a barren world, James travels west in search of someone, anyone who might have survived The Quiet. 

When Art Gibson's collie, Ginger, goes out of control, barking and digging at Dead Man's Hill, Art makes a chilling discovery: someone is trapped inside. Alive. Once rescued, the man himself is even stranger. Naked and unable to speak, he is taken to the hospital. As he recovers from an unknown shock, the fate of an entire universe is at stake. 

Thirteen tales in all. Awakened from the mind of Robert S. Wilson. Ripped from their slumber and stretched across the fabric of space and time, silently screaming into the farthest reaches of the cold dead void... where all light is left to die.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014


Chapter 2

Jonny Cross

Light streamed past both sides of Jonny in a fluorescent blur of colors as he made his way through downtown New York. The vampires had been on his trail for weeks now and tonight they were close enough he could see them catching up with him, could hear their rushing footsteps. He knew they were fast enough to catch him and he couldn't understand why they didn't just snatch him out of reality with a flash of pale skin and dark clothes. It wasn't like anyone in the city would give a second look. It was New York City for Christ sakes. Even before the Empire took over it hadn't exactly been known as a city of compassion.
So they were keeping their distance from him, that much was obvious. But why? Jonny skidded  rubber at the bottom of his shoes against the sidewalk as he turned a corner, barely missing the street and a few pedestrians. Just before he passed the hard cinder-brick wall of the building next to him, he caught a glimpse of one of them. The vampire smirked in his direction, his face about eight feet off the ground with long yellow messy hair tangling down from his scalp and a big thick matted beard that masked a heavy jaw attached to an even heavier head. Strong heavy. Big heavy, like a man who'd spent all his living years hitting the gym day in and day out and then died and reawakened a massive chiseled sculpture of brute.
Jonny felt like an awful tiny mouse being chased by one hell of a nasty tom cat. He let his feet fall faster, having paced himself more evenly prior to actually being within visual distance of his pursuer. As he neared the end of the long cinder building, he looked back to the corner he'd just turned at and saw nothing and was just about to turn back and stop for a breather when he crashed into something painfully solid. Almost too solid. He bounced back and crumpled onto the sidewalk before he could get his head around to look at what he'd just run into. Blood was running down his scalp from where it had hit the crack in the concrete sidewalk and his vision was blurry, but he could see straight enough to make out the mammoth monster in front of him staring down and grinning at him.
"Jonny Cross," the vampire said like some neanderthal reading its first word from a cue card.
"Uh, huh, that's me, buddy." Jonny brushed off the thin sparkly dust of glass and dirt that now covered his pants courtesy of the lovely sidewalk and rose to his feet. He stared right into the vampire's eyes. "You found me. Now what the fuck do you want?"
The vampire's grin grew and he laughed heartily. Jonny couldn't help imagining a giant viking helmet on the guy's head as his muscles jiggled while he guffawed in that deep jughead voice.
"What's the matter? You some kind of monosyllabic motherfucker or sumthin'?"
The vampire's laughter ended abruptly and he looked at Jonny with glistening eyes of confusion.
Now it was Jonny's turn to laugh. "You have no idea what I just said, do you?" His laughter grew to an echo slapping back from the building across the street and Jonny went to turn and run but before he could even move his head twenty degrees, the bulky vampire's hand clamped onto his neck and picked him up off the ground, his feet dangling in mid air. The pressure of the creature's hand was burning against his skin and he knew that it was only a matter of seconds before his neck snapped if he didn't get away.
The vampire smiled up at him again. "You funny, eh?"
Jonny squeaked out an unintelligible response and the vampire's head tossed back with another uproar of laughter.
"You funny now."
Jonny managed to swing his foot hard enough that it nicked the vampire in the chin and again the laughter ceased and the vampire's face stewed with rage as the pressure around Jonny's neck grew. Jonny screamed as his whole body went into a cold sweat. He was just about to pass out when a familiar scratchy voice came from far off behind the vampire.
"Harek," the voice yelled. And before it could even echo back to its source, the enormous hand around Jonny's neck loosened and he felt himself gently lowering to the ground. In more display than need, he coughed and grabbed at his throat as he leaned over in front of the creature he now assumed was named Harek.
Slow casual steps echoed from the end of the street behind Harek making their way nearer to Jonny and his new companion. A figure in a long black trench coat came into view just beyond the vampire's thick girth and when the dim glow of the street light touched its face, Jonny's eyes widened with angry recognition. The Emperor smiled in response and stepped uncomfortably close.
"Please forgive Harek, his temper is as vast as it is ancient." And with that Harek stepped back and turned away as if to look out for any surprise guests that might happen along this small frightening gathering.
If Jonny had been afraid, he was certainly nearly terrified now. The fact that the Emperor had sought him out personally had landed on Jonny like a ton of bricks and he was sure there were some stray blocks about to fall as an aftershock. "Wh-what do you want?" Jonny was doing his best to keep his shaking hands in his pockets and not try and turn and run for it again. Besides, there was no way he could get away now.
The Emperor grabbed Jonny's chin and turned it sideways looking over the long scar along his cheek and running his fingers along the far side of his face and then locking them behind Jonny's head. A grip tighter than Harek's pulled his face up close to the Emperor's and he glared into Jonny's eyes. "You've been running a long time, Mr. Cross. A long long time indeed. I could barely even begin to count the number of times your name has ended up on the Penitent list and yet you always seem to slip through imperial fingers."
Jonny swallowed hard, his neck feeling like a rabbit's foot in a vice.
"I won't pretend not to revere the number of my followers you have led astray with your petty Catholic blasphemy. How many underground churches have managed to spring up wherever you happen to roam, Jonny? Twenty? Thirty, perhaps?"
Jonny stared into those fierce blue eyes less than an inch from his own and said nothing.
The Emperor smiled again. "Oh come on, son. Surely a man who has amassed such a movement must feel some ounce of pride at what he's accomplished? No?
"Well then, perhaps you're not as faithful to your holy trinity and its people as I thought you were. I suppose you'll feel no ill will if I send my legions of vampires into those filthy tunnels for a real communion--a truly worthy sacrifice of blood far more gruesome than the solitary crucifixion of your precious Christ!"
Jonny's face constricted with panic and a yelp of horror fell from his mouth.
"Oh, perhaps you are the man I was looking for, yes? The faithful servant who would die for the sins of the world." The Emperor laughed. "I'll tell you what. Let me offer you something your Christ could never give you. You do something for me--without question and without failure--and I'll turn a blind eye to the congregations of rats you have living down in my sewers and see to it that no harm comes to them." His hand relaxed behind Jonny's head and a deep terrible throbbing replaced the pressure of those unnaturally strong hands. Jonny tried rubbing his neck but it did him no good.
"And just what do you need me to do that you can't get done some other way?"
"Jonny boy, the time for you to know has not yet arrived. The third cock has yet to crow if you get my drift and I have something much more important--to you at least--to show you now. You see, Jonny, there's just one more piece of... insurance... I have taken in case your resolve starts to waver in the tasks I am yet to assign you."
Jonny's body temperature dropped to near zero and he was shaking uncontrollably now. "Wh-wh-what the hell are you talking about? What do--"
The Emperor's hand grabbed the back of Jonny's neck again as he turned to walk back the way he came from pulling Jonny along with him. Jonny stumbled to keep in step with the man.
"It'll be much more effective if you see what's at stake than if I tell you myself, Mr. Cross. I'm counting on your cooperation in this matter and if I'm to feel confident I've got your full attention, I'll need to see your face when you fully realize how imperative your situation truly is."
A black car waited at the end of the street. Harek opened the back passenger side door and the Emperor slid inside dragging Jonny along behind him. Inside it smelled of new car and lemon-scented car freshener. Jonny made eye contact with the driver through the rear-view mirror for a split second before a thick black pane of glass separated the back seat from the rest of the world. "Relax, Mr. Cross. In due time, you'll be back in your sewer scurrying about again." Jonny stared out the cloudy dark glass of the tinted passenger window seeing more of his reflection than the city outside. He'd never seen his face so visibly terrified before. He was sure he already knew what it was the Emperor was going to show him. He saw the Emperor behind him reflected in the glass, closed his eyes and prayed to Mother Mary that he was wrong. Then he prayed again for guidance.
And for protection from the devil sitting only inches to his left wearing a wicked grin and staring ahead at nothing.