The year is 1969. Yancy Lazarus—bluesman, gambler, future world-class mage and fix-it man—is just a dumb, unlucky kid serving with the 3rd Battalion 3rd Marines in Vietnam.
With just a few weeks left to go until Yancy gets shipped back to the States, he’s just trying to keep his head down and avoid a body bag—no mean feat in Nam. But when his squad is tasked with conducting a routine patrol deep in enemy territory, everything goes to nine kinds of hell, and he quickly sees his chances at survival slipping away.
When the radio operators start to pick up some funky, dirty ol’ blues all the way out in the backcountry, it’s a nice change of pace. At least until the men in Yancy’s squad start losing their minds, turning on each other with murderous intent as the music works its deadly power within them. Convinced it’s some kind of new psychological warfare initiative, the squad leader forces the men to push deeper and deeper into the Vietnamese jungle, obsessed with locating the music’s source. What they find, however, isn’t some new technology, but an ancient spirit awoken by the terrible war. Even worse, the music is changing Yancy too, awakening something buried inside of him. Only one thing is certain, nothing is ever going to be the same.
See how it all began …
The kids in Valentine, Nebraska just aren’t right. Not anymore.
They’re Dangerous. Unpredictable. Hungry. As violence breaks out and people start dying, butchered in their homes, only Yancy Lazarus—bluesman, gambler, mage, and former wet-works man—can put things right. Well, he can try …
Mack has a secret he’s been carrying for twenty-years. A secret about the house on the end of North Cedar—the one past Jefferson Street by the cemetery—and the awful thing that lives in the basement … Mr. Flysuit
This takes place inside the Lazarus Universe, but it is a straight horror story instead of traditional Urban Fantasy. If you don’t like scary, you might want to move on.
This is a short “story” about an insane man who thinks his brain has been bugged by a top secret AI initiative called Maniae, created by the CIA for mind-control purposes. It’s told from his perspective (he is clearly, wildly insane), through an email sent to a stranger. It’s a bit wonky to say the least, and also—on a side note—I’m not crazy, so don’t worry (I had to put this in, because this experimental piece wigged my wife out).