Steve Kozeniewski Gives Us A Peek At The Ghoul Archipelago

I hope you enjoy this sample chapter from my hardcore horror epic THE GHOUL ARCHIPELAGO!  It’s been described by reviewers as a “graphic,” and “totally horrid,” “not your average zombie tale,” “with lots of limb-tearing-spinal-column-dangling-blood-gushing gore.”  If you like what you read here, I hope you’ll consider picking it up for only $2.99 here:

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– Steve Kozeniewski


1.  JIM

Jim had never been so eager to burn a person before.

“Shall I fire the body?”

He stood, torch in hand, waiting on the riverboat captain’s decision.  They had tied the boat off a few hundred meters upstream, just past the tributary that led west, into Patusan’s jungle primeval.  The boat’s captain, Charles Marlow, crouched over the bloated corpse of the islander they had noted from the boat, and stopped in order to examine.

“Hmm?” was all Jim got by way of a reply.

Perhaps taking liberties (but, then again, perhaps not), Jim put his hand on Marlow’s shoulder and tried to press him to stand.

“Captain Charles, you not lean so close,” Jim said, “there dysentery and malaria to contend with.  And worse things.  Bodies not for such close examining.  For burning.”

Sighing heavily, Marlow stood, brushing Jim’s hand off his shoulder as though it were a mosquito or a speck of bird shit.

“It’s really not the disease which worries me, Jim,” Marlow breathed, “take a gander over yonder.”

Jim followed the invisible line of Marlow’s finger to the corpse’s neck.  Jim had never been one to be queasy, but neither was he overly fond of the mutilated dead.  He had up until now not closely examined the body, certainly not as closely as Marlow had been examining it, for what seemed like an eternity now.

The woman had at some point tripped and put her eye out on a low, sharp tree branch.  She laid there, still, torso and legs flat, but head and shoulders propped up a few dozen centimeters off the ground.  Jim had seen no cause to look for further means of death.  Marlow had, and so it seemed, as usual, the captain was right.

The islander’s neck was unusual in that it was little more than exposed bloody meat.  Thorns lay embedded in odd places throughout, and most of the skin had been stripped off.

“She got her throat caught in the underbrush,” Jim said, “and then a vine ripped a chunk of it away.”

Marlow had already wandered off as Jim was speaking.  Hurrying, but not so fast that his torch would extinguish, Jim went after his boss.  The Englishman seemed to be looking for something.

“I say, do tell me, Jim, if you were to get caught on a thorn right now, do you think that you would continue walking?”

“No,” Jim said, “I extricate it.  Sloooowly.”

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The Ghoul Archipelago

To save the remnants of humanity (and himself), Captain Martigan must defeat all three of his ruthless new foes and brave the gruesome horrors of...THE GHOUL ARCHIPELAGO.


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