Wetbones: The Authorized Edition
John Shirley
Language: English
Pages: 271
ISBN: 1504021789
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Welcome to Los Angeles, where every addiction is encouraged. . . .
Struggling Hollywood screenwriter Tom Prentice can hardly believe that the emaciated and mutilated corpse lying on the morgue slab was once his ex-wife. Then his roommate’s missing brother turns up in a local hospital having sliced open his own chest and legs for some sick, inexplicable reason. In Oakland, the Reverend Garner, a recovering addict, leaves his ministry in search of his teenage daughter, who was last seen in the company of her ghoulish kidnapper. And the Los Angeles police are meanwhile baffled in their hunt for the elusive “Wetbones” serial killer who leaves nothing of his victims behind except a damp, grisly pile of bones.
Though Tom, the reverend, and the LAPD are on separate quests for answers, they are all being led into the darkest shadows of Hollywood, where the debauchery never ceases and pleasure is a drug that devours human flesh, blood, and sanity. But the true source of the all-consuming addiction is the most horrifying revelation of all, for it is not of this rational Earth.
From International Horror Guild Award–winning author John Shirley, the acclaimed “splatterpunk” classic Wetbones combines the monstrous inventiveness of H. P. Lovecraft with the exquisite excess of Clive Barker. A true masterwork of modern terror, it’s decidedly not for the faint of heart.
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pool, the old bearded hippie was, of course, quite dead. The pool had lost its color, was now crystal clear, illuminated with an inner glow. The truck was glowing with violet fire; and inside it, like a filament in a bulb, the withered stoner glowed with a psychedelic coruscation all his own, his shining corpse grinning in triumph. 14 Berkeley, California…One year later Garner was glad he’d thought to bring flowers. There were none in Constance’s room. She was wearing shorts and a rather old
it’s true for Tom Prentice? You don’t show up, he’s gonna think you’re a flake.” “Look—if you’d seen her—” Prentice began, his knuckles white on the hotel phone. He was sitting tensely on the edge of the hotel bed. “She was all…” He broke off, not knowing how to explain it in a way that wouldn’t make him seem, yes, flaky. A whiner. Buddy was his agent, not his therapist. “I know how you feel,” Buddy told him. “But you can’t cancel on Arthwright. Isn’t done. Especially not you and not now.”
explaining the connection… “That guy Denver is up to some weird shit,” Jeff said. “I know he is.” “Seemed like a regular Malibu producer-type to me,” the cop said. “Which means he might be up to some weird shit, but probably not kidnapping. I get a feeling about these things, I learn to respect those feelings, you know? The kid is not out at the Ranch. That’s my feeling…You have any evidence of kidnapping you haven’t given us?” Jeff chewed his lip. Finally he said, “No. But—” Sparks scribbled
dick was hard, and he was convinced Lissa was the finest girl in the world. 9 Watts, Los Angeles About seven a.m. Both of them, now, on the street corner, staggering through the conversational wrangling like zombies, sagging from their bones. That’s how Garner felt, anyway. “Yeah right,” Garner said irritably. “I’m supposed to give you my—” He broke off, not wanting to let her know he was down to his last fifty dollars. It was amazing his money had stretched this far, considering the night of
down the list of the other people he could siphon money from. His brother, though he hardly ever saw him, ought to be good for a hundred or two. His friend Larry—but he’d have to be careful about that, Larry was a reformed addict too, he might suss out that Garner was going to use the money for drugs. No. Probably not. Garner had been clean a long time, so far as Larry knew. But it was best he didn’t talk to Larry himself, he’d hear the slur in his voice from the codeine. “You gonna be okay,