Death Metal

Death Metal

by Mark All

eBook ISBN: 9781629292052

Print ISBN: 9781629292069

eBook Price: $ 5.95

Genre: Horror

Sub Genre: Horror

Novel of 70531 words

Sex rating: 1

Violence rating: 4

Edited by Kevin Lewis

Cover Artwork by Dawné Dominique

About the book:

Music from Hell has gone viral…and you’ll love it to death.

After the car crash that destroyed his band, David Fairburn has given up on life—until his song-writing partner returns from the dead to complete their final album. David signs a record deal with Jessica, a beautiful label rep, but those who stand in the way of the album's release die one by one, and listeners become homicidal maniacs. When the concert to debut the album erupts in bloody violence, David and Jessica must prevent it from going viral and unleashing slaughter on a global scale.

Quotes:

• “You can’t get blood out of a stone, Jessica.”

• “…my God, I can’t believe it, but their singer was murdered.”

• “We need to do it here.”

Excerpt:

Gauzy light from the full moon sifted into the tool shed, glinting off the blade of the axe.

David stood in the doorway, staring at it intently. He did not recall returning the axe to its home on the pegboard. In fact, he’d had to search for the key to the shed for a full fifteen minutes, and had almost given up when he thought to look in the garbage can and found it there. He wasn’t sure what made him look in the trash, or how it had gotten there, he’d just done it.

His mind still foggy from the moderate beer and pot buzz—but mostly from the trance the music put him and the others in—he’d suddenly found himself feverishly searching for the axe, without memory of a conscious decision to do so. He last recalled sitting in the studio in a daze, fretting over the spell the music had cast on him. Vince’s “Second Coming” was David’s second chance to fulfill his potential as an artist, yet a sense that there was something very wrong with the music had at some point planted itself in David’s unconscious, taken root, and now pushed toward the surface.

Still, the lost tracks promised him another go at the exuberant dream, not of rock stardom and popularity, but of creating another universe from within, a new world for himself and others to explore and become lost in.

It wasn’t his soul unfolding like the Big Bang though, was it? It was Vince’s. David could be a part of it, like he always had, and make his meager contribution. But he feared losing himself in an alternate dimension of another’s creation and being absorbed, until he no longer existed. A shiver of loneliness swept over him.

The seductive Great Nothingness that had captured his mind last night led him to the axe, which presented an alternative to both his pointless life and this frightening potential world Vince’s music created. To sleep…but perchance, to dream: that was the rub. Wasn’t something better than nothingness?