Nettie and the Sheperd

Brick Marlin

avr. 2013 · Vendu par Simon and Schuster

À propos de cet e-book

The Shepherd has returned. This time accompanied by cyclopean, yellow-eyed, dark-skinned sulfuric smelling monsters called the Ockuli. Their job is to help him to not only search for human souls, but bodies for his army. Right now the Shepherd has directed his sights on a soul named Mason who has escaped the imprisonment of the glass jar. A young girl named Nettie finds herself in the clutches of everyday stress in middle school, soon stumbling into a ghostly world entitled the Sublime with her brother Nate—as well as helping Mason elude the wrath of the Shepherd. The Afterlife has surprises lurking around each corner, especially when it emerges that a computer teacher who teaches at Nettie's school is their only hope. This is the sequel to the first Shepherd book, BLUE LIGHTS IN A JAR!

À propos de l'auteur

Brick Marlin has been writing since he was a child. From an early age he was exposed to older, original horror movies and tackled reading the likes of Stephen King, Clive Barker, Ray Bradbury, Kurt Vonnegut, Dean Koontz, Charles Dickens, Harper Lee, H.G. Wells, W. W. Jacobs, and so on. Thus, he decided to engage himself and write horror and dark fantasy, scaring readers such as his parents, his friends, neighbors, even leaving a few school teachers scratching their heads wondering if the boy should be committed or not with his gruesome tales of terror. Short story ideas continued to visit. A book idea or two sometimes stopped by for a sit. In 2007 he decided to take a more professional approach with his work. Hence, as a member of the Horror Writers Association, already having many books published by small presses, nearly twenty-five short stories to date, adding to the few anthologies and collaborations with other authors, Brick Marlin trudges onward, hoping to achieve more creations, living in the minds of his characters making decisions such as whether to turn the knob and enter through the Red Door, or perhaps try and take a chance at the Blue Door, the one that’s already ajar, a bony finger beckoning him to enter.