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The Darien Gap. A 10,000 square mile rain forest between Colombia and Panama. The most unexplored and dangerous jungle on Earth. Each year, thousands risk their lives in a hellish trek northward through the Gap, for a chance at something better.
They face unrelenting heat, humidity, venomous animals and insects, poisonous plants, starvation, thirst, disease. The most dangerous creatures are the ones the travelers hire, to guide them through this primeval place.
Migrants are routinely robbed, raped, murdered, or simply lured down ghost trails and left to die. Terror and death are a constant companion.
The migrants are the nameless, known only by their dialects or countries of origin.
Guided through the hellish landscape by three ruthless, amoral human traffickers, each step becomes a struggle for survival as the group discovers the nature of the men to whom they have entrusted their lives. The violence escalates with each passing day, erupting in a shocking act of brutality. And the worst was yet to come.
Thirty men, women and children set out to find a new life. But an old one found them instead.
Awakening from a horrific vision of ancient rituals and malevolent gods, they find themselves in a dreamworld of eldritch creatures, old ones from the depths of space and time itself. With four dead at dawn, in the shadow of a malformed and alien edifice beyond reason, the group sets out to find their way back.
Over the course of the next four days, each of them will discover that some paths are better left untraveled. That a new life can take on many forms. And that some gaps were never meant to be crossed.
Read the novel, a new classic in cosmic horror fiction! Now available from Booklocker.com.
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J.A. Thomas is a retired engineer and former small business
owner. This is his first novel. J.A. has been married to the same kind
and patient woman for 24 years. They are the proud parents of two
extraordinary adult children, and the companions of two amazing and
lovable dogs. When he isn’t writing, J.A. enjoys spending time with his
family, watching movies, travel and prospecting for the occasional
gold nugget.
Greetings, Hatchlings!
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And now I'll preview just a little bit more...
“Where you go, mbwa mchafu wewe? Huh?” Adebi asked Pinche as he stood wincing from the blows to the stomach.
“Fuck…negrito!” Pinche gasped at the man. “The fucking frogs…the sound, it wakes me up, I go to take a piss, and this maricón starts beating me when I try…”
“No,” the African said. “I watch you.” Adebi nodded towards someone at Pinche’s back. “It was ambush,” Adebi said, and the hulking shadow of the Russian was suddenly there, as well. “He attacks,” Adebi clarified, speaking to the Russian while pointing at Pinche. The Czech’s left shirt sleeve was bloodied, his forearm covered in a stream of crimson. It was a bad scrape, bloody but not deep. Still, out here it could be a death sentence.
The Czech looked pissed off and worried and terrified all at the same time. The croaking sounds, the throaty grunts and trills of agua, continued. They overlapped, then ran together. Soon they were one, growing louder and ever more insistent. Agua! Agua! AGUA!
“I think for you,” the Russian said to Pinche as the coyote groaned and held his belly, “trip is over.” The soldier was quick as ever, his big right hand flicking out and grabbing Pinche by the shirt.
He started to drag him towards the sluggish stream a few meters beyond their downhill fire. Pinche tried to resist, but the big man had him like a disobedient puppy, his shirt bunched in a massive fist. “You go in water,” the big man said, sounding almost relieved.
The Russian had been looking at Pinche as he dragged him along, his gaze cast back over his right shoulder. That is how he saw his friend, the mechanic, stop suddenly and grunt in surprise and fear. The African, too, had halted and was staring fixedly at the firelight. The Russian turned his head and saw what they were looking at.
Standing on the far side of the downhill fire was the girl. Or whatever was left of the girl after she had become…this.
Going to add some of my conceptual artwork. I'm not a graphic artist by trade, so the quality may not be amazing, but sometimes I need to see what I'm inventing in my head. Or try to!
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