By Gerri Leen, Christi Krug, Tim Lieder
You do not need to be Jewish or Christian to understand She Nailed a Stake via His Head: stories of Biblical Terror. nonetheless, you'll end up groping for a spiritual icon for defense given the unholy locations those bizarre stories will take you. The anthology opens with Gerri Leen's eerie reversal of the story of Ruth and Naomi, in which Ruth's devotion to her partner's mother isn't really a blessing yet a substantial curse. now not all of those tales are set within the historic heart East, notwithstanding, as Daniel Kaysen's "Babylon's Burning" proves. Meandering among desolate tract sands and skyscrapers, among previous, current and trade timelines, She Nailed a Stake via His Head is a gallery of horrors encouraged by means of the main nightmarish pictures of close to japanese cultures. There are wild-eyed, drug-crazed prophets, witches drawing the lifeless from the depths of the Underworld, sacred prostitutes with one soul in our bodies, an English Delilah trapped in a home falling down round her, epic beheadings, and a dwelling tomb within the foul and slimy physique of a whale riding the prophet deeper into madness. the gathering is bookended with a story encouraged by means of the recent testomony: a vampire's tackle the physique and blood of the Christian savior. despite faith (or lack thereof), enthusiasts of speculative fiction will swallow up those provocative tales. -- Erin O'Riordan, writer of Beltane and Midsummer evening Pagan Spirits =======================================================================----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This ebook takes the Bible again from these right-wing fascists who are looking to rewrite it as a tedious publication of loving and worrying. those are tales as bawdy and lustful and frightening because the unique reliable e-book -- wild intercourse, savage violence, awful curses...and, after all, vampires. -- Matthue Roth, writer. functionality poet. torah badass
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Solomon's finger drew a line within the air as he nodded. "Slit's nonetheless solid and tight. " The lyre's scream intensified as blood roared in Tamar's head. Solomon's choking introduced her out of her haze of rage. She hadn't remembered grabbing his light neck. She stared on the welts her thumbs left earlier than the boy doubled over, coughing. She rasped down at him, "Very undesirable selection of phrases. " He shook his head, tears streaming from his eyes. Her rape was once no nice mystery, yet basically Tamar and Amnon had heard that filthy croon. Amnon had now not observed rips within the universe whilst he sang these phrases. He'd been too busy ripping into her. "Did the Mayor of Ramah let you know to assert that? " The ephod bunched in Tamar's tapered arms. Solomon clutched her hands, wheezing. His head swung aspect to facet. "No. Yahweh…" She driven him away. depart it to the Deity to taunt her. at the least Tamar stood too a long way again to work out the panties thrown onstage as her wasted father tortured his software. *** The din light as Tamar descended to the bar. Her steel-toed boots clanged opposed to Naioth's curved stairs, steel scaffolding chilly as a snake's backbone. Her personal violence had shaken her. back. the sunshine of Yahweh may perhaps shine from Solomon's eyes, yet he used to be nonetheless only a boy. She'd kill him if she wasn't cautious. And the kid was once innocent. He'd by no means laid a finger on her. He stated what he was once advised to claim; he observed what Yahweh sought after him to determine. that is all. If Tamar killed someone, it may be the Mayor of Ramah. If Yahweh have been actually a simply god, Amnon will be lifeless rather than lounging in his urban corridor, conceited lower than his cloak of respectability. She huffed via smoke, passing yellow lamps putting off the basement's paneled wall. The darkish wooden complemented the bar's loss of home windows, making a stinky cocoon of drug-laced air. She did not have to drop additional shekels for hallucinogens in her wine. Neither did Absalom. Planted at his ordinary desk, his thick mane curled down a backrest as he stared into his drink, taking a look much more bitter than ordinary. He lifted a heavy head, eco-friendly eyes assembly Tamar's. She dropped into the chair contrary his. "Why do I even come right here? " "To break out from him. " Absalom's honey-colored eyebrow twitched. "It's both that or movement out of Ramah altogether. " "Like you probably did. " Absalom leaned again and took an extended swig from a chipped glass. His white blouse yawned open, letting his muscle mass trap the sunshine. "Those 3 years in Geshur taught me that you just cannot break out from whatever. Least of your whole destiny. " "And your destiny is to guzzle wine in Naioth's basement till you move out. " "I want. " His soft arms laced round the glass. "The prophets inform me another way. " Echoes from David's lyre dropped throughout the ceiling and vanished in a gentle buzz of slurred gossip. Absalom stared on the terebinth-paneled partitions. Tamar waited. "Do you need to put off Amnon for stable? " Tamar laughed and sipped her wine. She desired to destroy her glass and take its pointed shards to the mayor's balls. She did not have to copy her wish to her brother.