By Rick Hautala
Merely the lifeless are really safe.
A younger woman killed on a desolate road. A mom agonized through unceasing guilt.
In the bright gentle of day, within the nightmare depths of sleep, her daughter calls to her from the grave.
And quickly she'll comprehend if the voices she hears intend a caution just a family member can sound. Or search a revenge past the bounds of loss of life itself.
Dead Voices - Don't think your ears.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rick Hautala has greater than thirty released books to his credits, together with the million replica, overseas best-seller Nightstone, in addition to Twilight Time, Little Brothers, Cold Whisper, Impulse, and The Wildman. He has additionally released 4 novels—The White Room, Looking Glass, Unbroken, and Follow—using the pseudonym A. J. Matthews. His greater than sixty released brief tales have seemed in nationwide and overseas anthologies and magazines. His brief tale assortment Bedbugs was once chosen as the most effective horror books of the 12 months in 2003.
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Curran leaped to his feet. “You can’t send me away like this! You don’t speak for all of them aboard. You can’t treat a Terran emissary this way-” Bedzyk had him by the jumper, and had propelled him toward the closed companionway door before the Attaché knew quite what was happening. He hit the door and rebounded. As he stumbled back toward Bedzyk, the great-chested mutant snatched the briefcase from beside the control chair and slammed it into Curran’s stomach. “Here! Here’s your offer and your lousy demands, and get off this ship!
He tried to break in, “Are you insane, Swope? Putty, that’s all you are! Putty when you see a fake hope that you’ll get off this ship! Can’t you see they just want to use us! ” Samswope’s face grew livid and he screamed, “Shut up! Just shut up and let Curran talk! We don’t want to die on this ship. You may like it, you little tin god, but we hate it here! ” Bedzyk again burst in, trying vainly to speak over the hubbub from the corridor. “Can’t you see he’s lying? ” Bedzyk faltered into silence and watched the scene before him.
Without a mouth that was impossible. At the ceremony in the saloon, Samswope acted as minister, for the Discards had made him their leader, in the same, silent way they had made Bedzyk the leader before him. Spirits ran high, and the constant knowledge that as soon as Earth had the Sickness under control, they would be going home. Then one “afternoon” the ship came. Not the little tugs, as they had supposed, but a cargo ship nearly as big as their own home. Samswope rushed to synch in the locks, and when the red lights merged on the board, he locked the two together firmly, and scrambled back through the throng to be the first to greet the men who would deliver them.
Dead Voices by Rick Hautala