A Horror Wuss likes a Horror Book

I'm a giant wuss when it comes to scary stuff, so the fact that CD has gotten me to read any is a big feat. Well, I can handle scary books better than movies, but I am still a big wuss. And CD writes good books.

And with a name like Revenge of the Space-Surfing Butt Monkeys how can I not be intrigued?

EXCERPT:

The truck was burned beyond recognition, but it was in better condition than its occupants. The two bodies inside the pickup truck were little more than piles of ash. Constable Bennett made retching sounds at the sight of them, and he had seen some pretty grotesque stuff last year. Tanguay felt a little sick herself.

“The truck was spotted by a skier earlier this evening,” explained Bennett, after he had regained his composure and wiped his thick moustache with the back of his uniform sleeve.

“A skier?” Marie-Ann asked. “In May?”

“Well, you know, one of those weirdos with the roller skis and the poles.” Bennett made motions with his arms as if he was skiing. Or was he dancing? Marie-Ann suspected the man had never skied in his life. She supposed people did worse things than roller skiing, but it wasn’t particularly safe on a dark road outside of town. There were no streetlights or buildings of any kind for several kilometres in either direction. The truck was in the ditch off the side of the road, partially obstructed by trees and brush. “Any ID?”

“The truck was rented in Halifax a week ago by a German tourist named Hans Meier. Meier and the truck came across on the ferry with another man, Klaus Fischer, last Wednesday, but no one saw them since they arrived in Port-aux-Basques.”

Port-aux-Basques was the landing point of the ferry from Nova Scotia, about two hours from Gale Harbour. “That’s random. Two Germans show up in Newfoundland and mysteriously explode?”

“Maybe they were listening to that European techno music and went off the road?” Now Bennett made different arm motions that Tanguay figured were supposed to be dancing, but it looked like he was trying to shake off a wet shirt that was sticking to his flabby arms.

“They didn’t go off the road.” She shook her head. “Not while they were alive.”

“No, I know. There are no tire marks.”

“And no scorch marks on the trees. The car was burned before it was dumped here.”

“So, our Germans were burned, and then someone dumped their bodies here?” Bennett walked around the truck to the passenger side. He reached out and touched the door handle. “Why the hell would someone…”

“Bennett, don’t touch—”

But the constable had already pulled the handle, and the door popped open. The body in the passenger seat flopped out onto the ground; the burned flesh ripping and tearing like the steaks that time someone burned and dropped the BBQ at the RCMP picnic. Coincidentally, it had been Bennett operating the grill that day, too.

Newfoundland, Canada, 1993.

It's been a year since a handful of kids defeated the Psycho Hose Beast in the sleepy town of Gale Harbour, Newfoundland. Our heroes have entered into the era of rollerblades, Super Nintendo and oversized plaid shirts… unless you’re a goth, then it’s the era of Maybelline eyeliner, boots with too many buckles, and infected safety-pin piercings.

Thirteen-year-old Niall O'Neil is navigating a blossoming relationship with his crush, Harper Jeddore. Unfortunately, the power that allowed them to defeat the monster from the deep is still within them, and they are no closer to understanding or controlling it. When just touching your girlfriend can kill innocent bystanders, it complicates the already precarious practice of teenage dating.

But lurking in the backdrop of teenage romance, a sinister power is growing in Gale Harbour, and dangerous people are turning up in the small town with possibly deadly intentions.

Will the kids defeat this new threat? What did the US Air Force leave in the abandoned Hansen Air Force base? What is a space-surfing butt monkey? And most importantly—will anyone get to touch a boob?

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Aboot* the Author

C.D. Gallant-King is a comic fantasy and horror writer currently based in Ottawa, Ontario, though he was born and raised in Newfoundland, in a town eerily similar to Gale Harbour. He has self-published four novels, including HELL COMES TO HOGTOWN, which was a semi-finalist in Mark Lawrence’s 2018 Self-Published Fantasy Blog-Off. His short fiction has appeared in multiple anthologies by Mystery & Horror LLC and Dancing Lemur Press, as well as in The Weird and Whatnot magazine.

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*Did you see what I did there?

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