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Authors: Tony Monchinski

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I Kill Monsters: The Revenants (Book 2)

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ISBN (Trade Paperback): 978-1-61868-369-4

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I Kill Monsters: The Revenants
copyright ©
2014

by Tony Monchinski

All Rights Reserved.

Cover art by RavenKult: George Cotronis

 

This
book
is
a
work
of
fiction
.
People
,
places
,
events
,
and
situations
are
the
product
of
the
author’s
imagination
.
Any
resemblance
to
actual
persons
,
living
or
dead
,
or
historical
events
,
is
purely
coincidental
.

 

No
part
of
this
book
may
be
reproduced
,
stored
in
a
retrieval
system
,
or
transmitted
by
any
means
without
the
written
permission
of
the
author
and
publisher
.

 

 

 

To Bruce Micucci

 

“I’ve come to make the sinners bleed”

Kane, the Wrath of God

Table of Contents

 

*

Tuesday, 13 October 1998

1. 9:50 A.M. (Central European Summer Time)

2. 3:55 A.M. (Eastern Standard Time)

3. 6:03 A.M.

4. 9:45 A.M.

Thursday, 15 October 1998

5. 3:30 P.M.

6. 4:12 P.M.

The Dark Lord’s Tale

7. 5:03 P.M.

8. 5:30 P.M.

9. 6:00 P.M.

10. 8:30 P.M.

Friday, 16 October 1998

11. 9:17 A.M.

12. 8:35 P.M.

Saturday, 17 October 1998

13. 10:15 A.M.

14. 12:00 P.M.

15. 3:12 P.M.

16. 8:35 P.M.

17. 9:12 P.M.

Sunday, 18 October 1998

18. 2:14 P.M.

19. 5:50 P.M.

The Dark Lord’s Tale, Part 2

Monday, 19 October 1998

20. 3:19 P.M.

21. 7:15 P.M.

22. 8:08 P.M.

Tuesday, 20 October 1998

23.8:37 A.M.

24. 1:25 P.M.

25. 3:14 P.M.

26. 7:23 P.M.

27. 8:40 P.M.

Wednesday, 21 October 1998

28. 9:35 A.M.

29. 10:14 A.M.

30. 1:15 P.M.

31. 1:55 P.M.

32. 5:55 P.M.

33. 8:20 P.M.

The Dark Lord’s Tale, Part 3

Thursday, 22 October 1998

34. 5:45 A.M. (EST)

35. 10:45 A.M. (Central European Summer
Time)

36. 2:43 P.M.

37. 8:25 P.M. (CEST)

38. 9:30 P.M.

39. 10:32 P.M.

40. 11:37 P.M.

Friday, 23 October 1998

41. 9:45 A.M.

42. 11:45 P.M.

43. 4:15 A.M. (CEST)

Transcript of 9-1-1 Call

44. 4:27 A.M. (CEST)

45. 4:36 A.M. (CEST)

46. 4:42 A.M. (CEST)

New York

47. 4:53 A.M. (CEST)

48. 11:00 P.M. (EST)

49. 5:01 A.M. (CEST)

50. 6:30 P.M. (EST)

51. 8:50 P.M.

Saturday, 24 October 1998

52. 12:34 A.M.

53. 4:37 P.M. (CEST)

54. 10:40 P.M.

55. 10:45 P.M.

56. 10:52 P.M.

Transcript of 9-1-1 Call

57. 10:55 P.M.

58. 7:35 P.M. (CEST)

 

About the Author

 

*

So, this is the mighty ‘Boone’ then? He
doesn’t look the least bit frightening, not stretched out on the
rack like that.

You must admit he’s an amazing physical
specimen.

Must I?

Look at him. His build, like a young
Adonis…

Please
. And couldn’t you have put more
clothes on him?

What’s the matter—jealous?

Of him? Definitely not.

Don’t laugh. How fast he’s healed. Not so
long ago, he was on death’s door.

Oh, there’s something wrong with this one,
that’s for certain. Better he had been left to die.

Quiet. He’ll hear you. No, not him.
Him
.

I’m entitled to my opinion.

Yes, you are. But sometimes it’s best to keep
it to oneself. My, I wonder how he tastes.

His
blood
is what killed
Kreshnik. Or have you forgotten?

I know, I know. Forbidden fruit. Doesn’t it
excite you though, even in the slightest?

Not in the least.

Look at the size of his—

Oh enough already! He’ll regain consciousness
soon.

The moment he stirs, we’ll summon the Dark
Lord.

And hopefully Colson will convince him before
that. Best he changes his mind, dispatches this one before he
wakes.

No, I think he has plans for this one,
Rainford does.

 

Tuesday
13 October 1998

 

1.
9:50 A.M.
(Central European Summer Time)

 

Amid the bustle of mid-morning, of men and
women hurrying to-and-fro on foot and bicycle, a man sat alone at a
table of an outdoor café.

It was funny, Jay thought, the things that
were expensive over here versus the things that were expensive back
in the States. A glass of orange juice, for example, cost a lot
more here than at a diner where he came from. Not that money was
ever going to be a real concern again; they had all they’d ever
need.

On the table in front of him were his
cigarettes, an ash tray, and a cup of coffee. He would have liked
to have had a little something for his girl when she arrived, but
he didn’t. He’d even walked by the flower market on his way over
this morning, seeing what they had for sale. It’d been kind of
early when he’d passed through, a lot of the vendors were still
setting up. The season was passing, and each day there were fewer
fresh flowers to choose from, more wooden tulips and that sort of
thing. Jay wondered if the people who lived in this city all their
lives had wooden tulips at home. If maybe those were just for the
tourists.

He smoked one of his cigarettes, sipping at
his coffee between drags. Jay liked coffee here in Europe. To him,
it was almost as strong as Espresso back home. He wondered if maybe
it was just this place or if all the coffee on the continent was
this way.

Home. What did that word even mean anymore?
Born in Guatemala, Jay had spent most of his life in New York City.
He thought of home as anywhere his woman was. He was five and a
half feet tall and dark skinned, sporting a Caesar haircut. Maybe,
he thought, he stuck out just a little bit, but not too much. His
girl more so, definitely.

He’d found the Europeans by and large a
polite bunch. This was an international city and they were used to
a variety of people, wouldn’t stare. He and Tisiphy were getting
along in their new surroundings just fine. She would fit in
wherever she went. Most of the people here spoke enough English
that he got by alright.

He glanced at his watch. It’d be the middle
of the night back home.

Jay exhaled, tapping his ashes into the tray
on the table. Everybody seemed to smoke over here. What was it
Boone had said to him, about his choice of smokes,
Can’t
you
at
least
smoke
a
man’s
cigarette
?

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