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Tag Archives: Rock Band Fights Evil
Sears
Eddie turned from his band mates, saw the Sears— and was stunned. Ice swept the ground around the blocky retailer, thick as a Minnesota lake in winter, with bodies stuck in it. Faces emerged from the ice, hundreds of them … Continue reading
Short Order
He got the Glock up and into play, squeezing off several rounds and putting at least one of them into the thing before it reached him. Then he hurled himself sideways, grabbing for a big squeegee on a pole and … Continue reading
Worse
Beyond the pulpit, there was a human body. He was an old man in a dark blue suit, with gray hair and beard, his feet and shoulder jammed against something that forced his knees and head into the air. He … Continue reading
Who Are You Guys?
“Jeez,” Mike said. “Who are you guys?” “Like I told you this morning,” Eddie chuckled. “We’re a rock band.” “On the phone this morning you forgot to mention the Hellhounds.” Eddie shrugged. “We’re a rock band that fights evil.” Fights … Continue reading
Would You Want to Experiment?
“Well how else do you explain it?” Mike asked. “Explain what?” “Uh… explain fairies? That’s what we’re talking about, right?” Mike’s head was spinning, and he tried to clutch tight to the thread of the conversation. “You’re a fairy, aren’t … Continue reading
Finished!
Twitch followed right behind Jim, in her horse shape, with the boy Rafi slung over her back. Adrian walked next to her, holding the kid in place. He patted Mike on the shoulder as he passed. “Good to have a … Continue reading
It Should Be
“What is that stuff?” Mike panted, and pointed at the ceiling. Eddie ran his flashlight across the overhang again. “Writing,” he said. “And pictures.” “No kidding.” Mike’s side ached. “But I mean… who wrote it?” “Someone who’s dead now.” The … Continue reading
One Thing You’ll Learn Quick
Mike squeezed the grip of his pistol once to reassure himself that he still had it. “You’re not a rock band.” “Sure we are,” Eddie said. “We’re a hard-working rock band, too. It’s how we pay our way, limited engagements, … Continue reading
MacGyver
“Anyone got anything long and thin?” Mike asked, cold sweat bursting out all over his body. He regretted losing his switchblade in the melee at Butcher’s. “Not at the moment,” Twitch snickered. “No, I mean like a bobby pin or … Continue reading
You Take Point
“Are you alright, son?” he heard Twitch say in the dark. He thought she smelled a little horsey, this close. Adrian groaned, lying under Mike. “You can see?” Mike asked. Then a light snapped on above Mike, and after he … Continue reading
