The Failed Cities: Hath a Darkness 06 – Ferus
When you look up on Christmas Eve and see a shape streaking across the night sky above the Failed Cities, it’s not Santa’s sleigh, it’s death incarnate, also known as Ferus…
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Written by Matt Wallace
Narrated by Neil Stringer
Music
Abney Park
Rudolf
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Digital Juice
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Neil Stringer
Promo
The Failed Cities Monologues
http://www.podiobooks.com/title/the-failed-cities-monologues/
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The Failed Cities: Hath a Darkness
Copyright 2009 Matt Wallace
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Variant Frequencies
Copyright 2009 Rick Stringer
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A botched deal. A quietly menacing, unholy, fatherly crime boss. A waking nightmare of small-time criminals, gothic bars, and neon churches. Johnny finds himself immersed in a dark, sinister underworld, struggling desperately to hold on as his humanity slips away.
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This is part two of Jailhouse Rock by James P. Hogan.
High above the stormy southern hemisphere of Mars, a routine cargo transport has turned into a high-stakes standoff between Skyguard soldiers and vicious mercenaries turned thieves.
On a mission to tame a new world, man will turn against man, and even mother nature herself will have her say.
Every twelve hours the light above his door burns bloody and bright. Every twelve hours a new batch rolls off the genetic assembly line, the saplings that will grow into a new human race. And every twelve hours Lofgren Stenz must delve, deep beneath the surface of our shared consciousness. The purpose of the delve is simple: To cleanse human nature of its lesser angels, the savage beasts that long ago were given form . . . and nearly destroyed us all.
Sometimes things go wrong. Sometimes dead wrong. But for the first time in their storied and bloody careers, Ferus is the one making decisions for The Feral Twins. His strength has always been their deadliest weapon, but only when guided by his sister’s hand. Tonight, if they’re going to get out alive, Ferus will have to find a new strength . . .
Spend a night in the far reach with Sherk Maxwell, doctor of broadcast journalism. Sherk is humanity’s last voice of dissent, set forth on a mic and beamed out across deep space to every rift-tripper and manic ET roaming the great void. But as the same slimy threat that evacuated Earth encroaches on Dr. Maxwell’s weird corner of the big black, will it signal the final broadcast of mankind’s last frequency? You’ll have to tune in to find out…
Every night I strolled the same path, looking for him. The nights were getting colder. Even in the short time I was out, my fingers were aching from it, and I worried that he was frozen somewhere. I didn’t know where to begin to look…
