Authors: John Everson
Violet Eyes (38 page)
“Are you the harvest, or the harvester?” a voice asked from somewhere inside the bodies.
Voices whispered from deep within the rows of bodies. The field of flesh suddenly drew a breath as one. The sound was slow and deep… a building gasp of communal awareness. Fear.
He could see the field shifting violently a dozen or more rows down the line. He heard something scrape against stone, and then a scream. He turned, trying to locate the sound. But his vision was blocked everywhere by the bodies. And all of them had turned, if they could, craning their heads to stare at him, open-mouthed.
“What?” he hissed at the woman closest to him. Her bloodshot blue eyes looked as if she’d pried them open with toothpicks. Her lips were drawn back in the semblance of a scream.
Nearby, to his left, someone did.
“Are you the harvest, or the harvester?” a voice called again from deep in the field.
Colum turned and saw something black rise above the heads of the bodies just a few rows beyond. The bodies in that area seemed to move and shake, as if a heavy wind was cutting through the field. Then he saw it again, a row closer. And again.
He began to back up, stepping down the narrow stone path towards the doorway that he knew was behind him. Somewhere. He hadn’t walked
that
far.
And then he saw the pole moving through the field, and the long curved silver blade at its end.
And the black hooded man who carried it. The figure raised the scythe high in the air, taking aim.
The bodies all around him were staring in ghastly silence, breath drawn, as if waiting for him to say something. Do something. A whisper came at his shoulder.
“Run.”
But it was too late for that. The blade descended.
And someone in the field finally answered the insistent question.
“The harvest.”
Violet Eyes
John Everson
Their bites are
more
than deadly...
The small town near the Everglades was supposed to offer Rachel and her son a fresh start. Instead it offered the start of a nightmare, when an unknown breed of flies migrated through the area, leaving painful bites in their wake. The media warned people to stay inside until the swarm passed. But the flies didn’t leave. And then the radios and TVs went silent.
That’s when the spiders came. Spiders that could spin a deadly web large enough to engulf an entire house overnight. Spiders that left stripped bones behind as they multiplied. Spiders that, like the flies, sought hungrily for tender flesh...through Violet Eyes.
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Violet Eyes
Copyright © 2013 by John Everson
ISBN: 978-1-61921-307-4
Edited by Don D’Auria
Cover by Scott Carpenter
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electronic publication: October 2013
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