The girl set the decapitated head on the table. The mouth moved but it takes more than a mouth to form words and he was missing everything from the neck down. She turned the head so it could gaze on the man sitting on the other side. The bluesman adjust his fedora and leaned close to the severed head. “What did he call himself?” “I don’t know, Powertool Paul or something equally stupid.” The severed head mouthed a silent protest. He felt Powertool Paul was an awesome name. “You said one for one. I brought you one.” “You did,” the bluesman said as he reached into the pocket of his sharkskin suit. He pulled out a single sheet of paper folded in quarters. He slid it across the table to her. She opened it and found written in black ink was a time and a place. “Which one?” she asked. “The collectors, Manny and Tommy.” She nodded. “Remember it’s one for one.” “Are you saying I can’t kill them both?” “Not if you want to keep having my help.” “Which one?” “That’s up to you.” 6 66 “Dude, that

  Dylan was so busy fucking Stacy he didn’t hear the power drill come to life behind him. He was thinking how he was going to finish on her tits like he saw in the porn he watched earlier in the day when the spinning bit drove through the back of his head until the brain and blood-covered tip pushed through his right eyeball. Stacy assumed the wet hot sticky fluid splashing over her naked body was a different body fluid. She opened her eyes and saw the spinning drill bit reverse itself back out of Dylan’s eye.  Powertool Paul tossed the dead teenager aside and stepped into view giving Stacy an eyeful of his seven-foot frame. His face was covered in a welders mask and the sleeves were cut off of his blood-stained flannel shirt so his thick arms covered with the scars were visible. While it just appeared in the low light to be random cuts a closer look showed he had carved a series of ancient runes and symbols into the flesh.  He revved the drill in his left hand and then did the same wi

No, sorry. Sure sex, drugs, and alcohol are great, and I mean really great, but you know who survives Friday the 13th? The kid who reads. Yep, the dude or dudette with their nose in a book never takes a machete to the dome. Because we like you and we can't provide sex, drugs, or alcohol we are giving away some e-books this Friday the 13th and the actual debut of Jason Saturday the 14th (watch the first movie). That's right we are saving your life from some demented invincible psychopath armed with a sharp object (yeah we'd probably pick the sex, drugs, and alcohol too but this is what we've got). So this Friday head on out to everyone's favorite fictional dive bar  Swinging Dick's Saloon  where they're always serving up tall frosty mugs of ice-cold Horror and noir and get in for free. FREE DICKS! We're also going to acknowledge that is Noirvember and throw in some free old school noir with  Captain Cooker . If you dig that one we've got the second Co