Bøger af Guy Maybriar

A call in the early hours before dawn never brings good news. They kept pulling them out of the holes one at a time; some in pieces. A hidden network of caves barely revealing of what-lies-beneath.That is until they recovered the camcorder.Trying to piece together the puzzle from the found footage, police are baffled by what they see. Each tape unveiling only so much. What or who could have cause a massacre such as this? No animal in these parts could've done this.In Utah's Escalante State Park, the Petrified Forest is holding more than just vibrant fossilized trees. Secrets dwell beneath the earth; hungry for those unaware of their surroundings.There are witnesses to these parts if you treat them right. They come in a variety of colors and sizes, but loyal to those that aid them, going as far as to hunt large game.They act as sentries to the boy; defending him at all costs.For he has no voice...and none can hear his mute screams.

"Remote dwelling, not unlike a crypt, hugged the addled inside them - benumbing the nerves. Disassociated parties given equal distribution of reformatory punishments, but those of criminal eminence. The poised mongrel basks in a slit of morning glory, a single line for sunbathing, barely absorbing sunshine's only vitamin. In the deep of this bastille, a lone stellar corona does not have a world of color - the mind hindered to trace authenticity of its possessor.Locked inside a ward of calamity, there dwelled no humane human. No kings or bureaucracy, both held in confinement, subjects to the third degree. Their previous harvest barren, only bricks of the heinous nutraloaf and isoflavones fill the strained intestines - salivating for bloodied protein to collaborate with fresh leafy greens. Without wine and song, how could they exist in a world without merriment? From afar, the hound hears the call of the ptarmigan, jealous of its freedom. His counterpart, only able to hear his own fluid recycling throughout the pipes, mentally penning another journal..."Eddy, Tony, and Smith return in this sequel to finish off against the 'Big Four'. With their previous empires stripped of all resources, their estranged uncle returns back to the States briefly to aid them. "Tribute" lays down all the chips for the team, and their newest member. Unable to return to New York to deal with Laurent they must first battle across the West Coast to regain any foothold for future events. Unfortunate events take hold over Tony, resulting in both a rescue and suicide mission in Los Angeles. Eddy is caught in the crossfire now deciding if he should submit to his psychological demons or put the past to rest. Smith's stoicism is put to a final test, trying to keep it together while training the latest arrival. Letters are drafted to extinguished flames and old memories. Hope is but a breath away, and it only requires those three words.Will the team finally know peace in retirement?Or will they have to wait until they know what it means, 'until the science is perfected'?

"Corrosive bacteria on silver bars join hand in hand with the dead cells of flesh to meet one another. Union made tracks to lead down to your pathetic destination so that they may collect their kickbacks. When they cough, it's more so the universal greeting of the Big 'Rotten' Apple. A body could be dead for days before anyone attempted contact with the supposed cat-napping vagrant. It's a great state to do terrible things in front of walking blind eyes. With emotionless faces and loud headphones, the dead truly did walk amongst us. Tonight was quiet for the metro; reserved seats for warlords."In the year 2039, two contract killers decide to retire their old ways, and resettle back into society. After nearly ten years of work revolving around the globe, the large feat is not as easy as they thought. Even with the large cash flow, the shaky alliance with the police and the Presidential pardon old habits die-hard.One is a womanizer and the other a misanthrope.One with a pristine look, the other disfigured.Both are brothers to each other.They are the Romans, and New York is their coliseum.This is a tale of Eddy Roman, our unfortunate button man. Scars from the past have caused intense psychological damage to his personality. Despite constantly having surgical procedures done to him, he still hides his face behind many bandages. His PTSD from, previous contracts, have left him with just enough humanity to operate without going out of control.However, a new player by the name of Blue enters his world. Can her innocence and naivety save him from himself? Will he regain what was once lost before the accident? In addition, how will his employers feel about the pardon? There is danger at every turn, but with thoughts of retirement, both he and his brother, Anthony, will do what is necessary to stay alive.With the advancements of society, more than technology has improved. His crew will need all the help they can get from the living...and the unseen. Sometimes the only way out really is in a box, and the undertaker brings his drug empire to the funeral. Merry Christmas to the old flesh...BLACK & WHITE EDITION