Hello everyone, FREE BOOK!!! My book, 487-page science fiction mixed genre thriller adventure story is FREE E SATURDAY 1 MAY, SUNDAY 2 MAY, MONDAY 3 MAY ASIN: B08PQ19D32 Vampire clone usually costs $9.99 on Kindle. It is available in Kindle Unlimited. Also in paperback. Below you will find a SYNOPSIS-BLURB and TWO EXCERPTS. So you will know what you are getting. Criticisms, comments, and suggestions are welcome Best wishes Gilbert gilbertreid.com
BLURB-SYNOPSIS: VAMPIRE CLONE is a 487-page genre-bending, fast-moving screwball-comedy-cum-road-movie, a science-fiction horror story thriller starring a gorgeous half-alien vampire, V, and her dreamboat pal, molecular engineer Alex Wolf, as they head off, across a desolate dystopian America, in headlong lethal pursuit of a stunning Nobel Laureate billionaire, Sabrina Jacobs, who dared create, years ago, from V’s stolen DNA, a new half-alien lethal vampire, now a ravishing, totally insane 14-year-old Clone, imprisoned since birth in an armored glass cage. “I am going to kill them both, Sabrina and the Clone,” V declares as she straddles and nuzzles and kisses Alex in a small sordid sweaty motel room. Hurdling across the USA and then deep into the South Pacific, V stirs chaos everywhere she goes, gobbling up, Big Boy, a bloated Bible-thumping gangster pimp, saving from servitude Helen of Troy, a horribly mutilated stripper, evoking her trickster Avatar for some spectacular additional mischief, and staging, with Helen of Troy, a fabulous role-reversal, gender-bending feminist striptease, and, finally, in the South Pacific Sulu Sea, hunting down, in a steamy jungle, desperate, isolated half-naked blood-soaked Sabrina. And, while V hunts Sabrina, and Sabrina hunts V, evil sadistic Russian oligarch, Dmitry Pavlov, stalks Sabrina and plans to inflict upon his dazzling former lover an unbelievable act of grotesque and hideous revenge.
EXCERPT ONE: V CAGED Half-alien vampire V is a prisoner, gagged, manacled to a wall of steel, inside a cage of steel, inside the hold of a giant transport aircraft heading for the Virginia HQ of Andromeda Corporation whose CEO Sabrina Jacobs has sworn she will enslave and lobotomize V. Freddy is a 17-year-old guard. This is his first summer job. He has been left alone in the old of the aircraft with the prisoner because it is "impossible for her to escape."
Ten minutes after takeoff, Freddy’s curiosity got the better of him. He tried to catch the prisoner’s eye. He waved at her timidly. She was gagged, of course, and couldn’t talk. But her eyes instantly focused. She blinked, staring directly at him. Her eyes, pools of darkness, bored into his soul – and he heard her say – heard was the only word for it – he heard her say, inside his head: “I’m awfully sorry, Freddy, but I’m not feeling especially friendly right now.” Awfully sorry … He heard her speak – in his head. And with a classy British accent, or so it seemed to Freddy. Awfully sorry … Awfully sorry, Freddy … Freddy … How the hell did she know his name? That had been 15 minutes ago. Doctor Toni Anderson, an Andromeda Corporation molecular biologist, came into the hold. She was a real pretty lady, cute, pert, friendly. She had short blond hair and the bluest eyes. She paced back and forth in front of the cage, staring at the woman. She turned to Freddy. “Amazing, isn’t it, really amazing!” “Amazing?” Freddy stared. What was amazing? “She’s not human. But look at her – so real, so beautiful, and so seemingly human!” “Yeah, yeah, I see.” Freddy didn’t see at all. Beautiful, yeah; but not human – what did that mean? She sure looked human – 150% human! A few minutes later, Tom Riley sauntered into the hold. Riley, in Freddy’s humble opinion, was a total jerk. He started teasing – no, torturing – the prisoner. Riley was one of Andromeda Corp's so-called psychologists. But he was a bully, an asshole. He called Freddy “kid,” twisting the word into a taunting sneer. He told off one of the junior guys in a really nasty way – in front of everybody. How this idiot could be a psychologist – for Christ’s sake! Why he was allowed to work for a classy company like Andromeda Corp, Freddy for the life of him couldn’t figure out. Riley scraped a metal cup along the bars of the cage. Clack, clack, clack! The idiot was taunting the woman. “You’re an animal!” “Just a total animal!” “A she-devil, that’s what you are!” “The beast, the beast!” Riley laughed and clattered the cup: clack, clack, clack … Freddy blinked at the man. Was Riley drunk? “Stop that, Tom!” Toni laid her hand on Riley’s arm. Riley shook her off. “You’re a sniveling idiot, Toni. You’re a stupid dreamer. This beast will be a real happy camper when I give her an injection of this little silver bullet,” he said. He held up a needle. “Silver nitrate! Triple dose! She won’t even be able to whimper!” “Cut it out, Tom!” “It’s a thing, not a person!” “Tom!” “Did you ever work with the thing’s Clone? I mean, talk about animal! The Clone’s a pure raging animal, an obscenity, no mind at all.” “That’s not true, Tom, the Clone was brilliant – it’s just that –” “It’s a mindless savage beast, a killing machine, like its mother here! Hey, you! Hey Thing! You Thing, hey!” He smashed the cup against the bars. WHAM! “Come on, Tom, for Christ’s sake! She does have a mind, you know.” “You are a softie, Toni. You’d cuddle a rattlesnake! When I give the little beastie a shot of this, she’ll be a rubber doll, unable to think her way out of a paper bag! Isn’t that right, Thing?” “God damn it, Tom!” Riley edged close to the cage. He grinned and held up the needle, squirting it to see that there were no air bubbles … and that was when … That was when … That was when … Freddy was really mad. Why the hell would even an asshole like Riley tease somebody who was helpless, particularly a woman? … and that was when he saw a sort of blur in the cage … and … That was when … The “woman” turned into a sort of … reptile … a she-demon, a thing. Christ! “Hey!” Freddy dropped the electro Maxim magazine, gripped his pistol, and jumped out of his seat. WHAM! Metal flew everywhere. The thing burst out of the manacles. It rushed straight at him, like a bolt of lightning, through – through – the bars of the cage. The bars disintegrated, pieces went flying. Bits careened like shrapnel, cutting chunks out of the fuselage. Air whooshed out. One of the bars, Freddy saw out of the corner of his eye, cut Doctor Anderson in half – Jesus! Her body went flying, in two pieces! The thing twisted Tom Riley’s neck right around – it was a blur – Riley must have been dead before he knew what hit him.
EXCERPT TWO - V AND THE SHAGGY BEAST Carried away in an excess of amorous enthusiasm, V bites one of her lovers. This is unfortunate. A timid journalist poet becomes a deadly beast.
Ghhhhrrrr, fangs bared, claws extended, the creature leaped on her. His eyes were empty, utterly without intelligence or soul. That was the last time such an accident had happened – the man, and she had adored him, had changed within the hour into an insatiable blood-drinker, a killer without a conscience, a grotesque creature, a shaggy monster, a mindless beast of prey of immense strength, a merciless beast that could not be reasoned with or stopped. They were in a boarding house in Mississippi, and she jumped out the window, barely escaping as he tried to tear her apart. She ran across the lawn. The moonlight shone through the magnolia trees. The air was damp, heavy and heady with perfumes – bougainvillea, oleander, orchids. He was galloping behind her, his claws almost catching her heels. Each time she slipped from his grasp, he roared – a sort of banshee yowl. Yeeeeeehhhhaaa! She managed to reach the forest and the swampy ground. He followed. They were splashing through muck and water and mud, and there were alligators and snakes, but V figured alligators and snakes were less dangerous than what was loping behind her. Yeeeeeehhhhaaa! She got enough of a lead to leap into a tree and wait on an overhanging branch, hiding behind the thick trunk of the tree, and when he was below her … She leaped. She landed on his back, riding piggyback, her legs wrapped around his arms. Oh, but his arms were so powerful, and his fangs and claws were so long – she had one chance, if she didn’t get it right, she was, well, she was doomed. Plunging her claws into his face, she tore out his eyes. The thing he had become threw her off and roaring in pain, his nostrils quivering, he came after her. She slipped behind a tree, and he stood, confused, sniffing the air and howling in his blindness. Yeeeeeehhhhaaa! His skin was chalk-white, transparent in places, blue veins pulsing, white hair spurting out everywhere in tuffs; his fangs dripped saliva; his claws were long and curved. He had become shaggy and monstrous. Do I look like that? V thought, peeking out from behind a tree. Surely not! She climbed up the tree, shivering in fear and shame. It was all her fault! The only way to win this fight was to become the demon – the full-octave, super-powered, demonic, reptilian she-devil killer. But it would consume lots of energy. So be it! Crouched on the branch, she morphed into her she-devil reptilian self – in the process exploding her black silk chemise into rags and fragments of fluff that floated down to the marshy ground. Then she tempted the shaggy shambling bestial vampire – to think that he had even been published in The New Yorker! – to come closer. “Come on, darling, come to mummy!” “Yeeeeeehhhhaaa!” “Come, on, come on, over here!” “Yeeeeeehhhhaaa!” He approached, slobbering blindly, groping, sniffing, and grunting – he sounded to V more like a wild boar than like a vampire. He was trying to sense her presence. He turned his bloody mask and blind empty bloody sockets to the moon and howled – a heart-rending, lonely, howl. “Yeeeeeehhhhaaa!” V crouched on her haunches silently, utterly still, waiting patiently, on the low branch of the tree, the talons of her feet clamped into the bark, her fangs bared, her forked tongue flicking nervously back and forth, back and forth, her claws extended in anticipation, waiting for the right moment to pounce. She was feeling remorse and extreme guilt. After all, she had, in a moment of exuberant tenderness, and without intending it – but she should have known better – transformed a curly-haired, timid, charming New York Times correspondent, into a foaming-at-the-mouth, fanged, blood-thirsty, insatiable thing. Then she saw that he was blundering into the path of a large snake, it was brown and black and patterned – a Cottonmouth! As V watched, the poisoned-fanged serpent undulated its way through the water, spinning out greasy iridescent ripples in the moonlight, alert, its head up, toward the shaggy blind vampire monster. Then the snake stopped, poised to strike, but the vampire sensed its presence, and, with a lightning-fast movement grabbed the Cottonmouth in mid-strike, bit off its head, and began to eat it, with two ends of the snake wiggling desperately from the Vampire’s mouth. Ugh, thought V. This is it, thought V. She leaped, straight onto the Vampire’s back, and with one sweep of her reptilian claws, lopped off its head.
FREE BOOK!!!
My book, 487-page science fiction mixed genre thriller adventure story is FREE E SATURDAY 1 MAY, SUNDAY 2 MAY, MONDAY 3 MAY
ASIN: B08PQ19D32
Vampire clone usually costs $9.99 on Kindle. It is available in Kindle Unlimited. Also in paperback.
Below you will find a SYNOPSIS-BLURB and TWO EXCERPTS. So you will know what you are getting.
Criticisms, comments, and suggestions are welcome
Best wishes
Gilbert gilbertreid.com
BLURB-SYNOPSIS:
VAMPIRE CLONE is a 487-page genre-bending, fast-moving screwball-comedy-cum-road-movie, a science-fiction horror story thriller starring a gorgeous half-alien vampire, V, and her dreamboat pal, molecular engineer Alex Wolf, as they head off, across a desolate dystopian America, in headlong lethal pursuit of a stunning Nobel Laureate billionaire, Sabrina Jacobs, who dared create, years ago, from V’s stolen DNA, a new half-alien lethal vampire, now a ravishing, totally insane 14-year-old Clone, imprisoned since birth in an armored glass cage.
“I am going to kill them both, Sabrina and the Clone,” V declares as she straddles and nuzzles and kisses Alex in a small sordid sweaty motel room.
Hurdling across the USA and then deep into the South Pacific, V stirs chaos everywhere she goes, gobbling up, Big Boy, a bloated Bible-thumping gangster pimp, saving from servitude Helen of Troy, a horribly mutilated stripper, evoking her trickster Avatar for some spectacular additional mischief, and staging, with Helen of Troy, a fabulous role-reversal, gender-bending feminist striptease, and, finally, in the South Pacific Sulu Sea, hunting down, in a steamy jungle, desperate, isolated half-naked blood-soaked Sabrina.
And, while V hunts Sabrina, and Sabrina hunts V, evil sadistic Russian oligarch, Dmitry Pavlov, stalks Sabrina and plans to inflict upon his dazzling former lover an unbelievable act of grotesque and hideous revenge.
EXCERPT ONE: V CAGED
Half-alien vampire V is a prisoner, gagged, manacled to a wall of steel, inside a cage of steel, inside the hold of a giant transport aircraft heading for the Virginia HQ of Andromeda Corporation whose CEO Sabrina Jacobs has sworn she will enslave and lobotomize V. Freddy is a 17-year-old guard. This is his first summer job. He has been left alone in the old of the aircraft with the prisoner because it is "impossible for her to escape."
Ten minutes after takeoff, Freddy’s curiosity got the better of him. He tried to catch the prisoner’s eye. He waved at her timidly.
She was gagged, of course, and couldn’t talk. But her eyes instantly focused.
She blinked, staring directly at him. Her eyes, pools of darkness, bored into his soul – and he heard her say – heard was the only word for it – he heard her say, inside his head: “I’m awfully sorry, Freddy, but I’m not feeling especially friendly right now.”
Awfully sorry …
He heard her speak – in his head.
And with a classy British accent, or so it seemed to Freddy.
Awfully sorry … Awfully sorry, Freddy …
Freddy … How the hell did she know his name?
That had been 15 minutes ago.
Doctor Toni Anderson, an Andromeda Corporation molecular biologist, came into the hold. She was a real pretty lady, cute, pert, friendly. She had short blond hair and the bluest eyes. She paced back and forth in front of the cage, staring at the woman. She turned to Freddy. “Amazing, isn’t it, really amazing!”
“Amazing?” Freddy stared. What was amazing?
“She’s not human. But look at her – so real, so beautiful, and so seemingly human!”
“Yeah, yeah, I see.” Freddy didn’t see at all. Beautiful, yeah; but not human – what did that mean? She sure looked human – 150% human!
A few minutes later, Tom Riley sauntered into the hold. Riley, in Freddy’s humble opinion, was a total jerk. He started teasing – no, torturing – the prisoner.
Riley was one of Andromeda Corp's so-called psychologists. But he was a bully, an asshole. He called Freddy “kid,” twisting the word into a taunting sneer. He told off one of the junior guys in a really nasty way – in front of everybody. How this idiot could be a psychologist – for Christ’s sake! Why he was allowed to work for a classy company like Andromeda Corp, Freddy for the life of him couldn’t figure out.
Riley scraped a metal cup along the bars of the cage. Clack, clack, clack! The idiot was taunting the woman.
“You’re an animal!”
“Just a total animal!”
“A she-devil, that’s what you are!”
“The beast, the beast!” Riley laughed and clattered the cup: clack, clack, clack …
Freddy blinked at the man. Was Riley drunk?
“Stop that, Tom!” Toni laid her hand on Riley’s arm.
Riley shook her off. “You’re a sniveling idiot, Toni. You’re a stupid dreamer. This beast will be a real happy camper when I give her an injection of this little silver bullet,” he said. He held up a needle. “Silver nitrate! Triple dose! She won’t even be able to whimper!”
“Cut it out, Tom!”
“It’s a thing, not a person!”
“Tom!”
“Did you ever work with the thing’s Clone? I mean, talk about animal! The Clone’s a pure raging animal, an obscenity, no mind at all.”
“That’s not true, Tom, the Clone was brilliant – it’s just that –”
“It’s a mindless savage beast, a killing machine, like its mother here! Hey, you! Hey Thing! You Thing, hey!” He smashed the cup against the bars.
WHAM!
“Come on, Tom, for Christ’s sake! She does have a mind, you know.”
“You are a softie, Toni. You’d cuddle a rattlesnake! When I give the little beastie a shot of this, she’ll be a rubber doll, unable to think her way out of a paper bag! Isn’t that right, Thing?”
“God damn it, Tom!”
Riley edged close to the cage. He grinned and held up the needle, squirting it to see that there were no air bubbles … and that was when …
That was when …
That was when … Freddy was really mad. Why the hell would even an asshole like Riley tease somebody who was helpless, particularly a woman?
… and that was when he saw a sort of blur in the cage … and …
That was when …
The “woman” turned into a sort of … reptile … a she-demon, a thing.
Christ!
“Hey!” Freddy dropped the electro Maxim magazine, gripped his pistol, and jumped out of his seat.
WHAM!
Metal flew everywhere.
The thing burst out of the manacles. It rushed straight at him, like a bolt of lightning, through – through – the bars of the cage. The bars disintegrated, pieces went flying. Bits careened like shrapnel, cutting chunks out of the fuselage.
Air whooshed out.
One of the bars, Freddy saw out of the corner of his eye, cut Doctor Anderson in half – Jesus! Her body went flying, in two pieces!
The thing twisted Tom Riley’s neck right around – it was a blur – Riley must have been dead before he knew what hit him.
EXCERPT TWO - V AND THE SHAGGY BEAST
Carried away in an excess of amorous enthusiasm, V bites one of her lovers. This is unfortunate. A timid journalist poet becomes a deadly beast.
Ghhhhrrrr, fangs bared, claws extended, the creature leaped on her.
His eyes were empty, utterly without intelligence or soul.
That was the last time such an accident had happened – the man, and she had adored him, had changed within the hour into an insatiable blood-drinker, a killer without a conscience, a grotesque creature, a shaggy monster, a mindless beast of prey of immense strength, a merciless beast that could not be reasoned with or stopped.
They were in a boarding house in Mississippi, and she jumped out the window, barely escaping as he tried to tear her apart.
She ran across the lawn.
The moonlight shone through the magnolia trees. The air was damp, heavy and heady with perfumes – bougainvillea, oleander, orchids.
He was galloping behind her, his claws almost catching her heels.
Each time she slipped from his grasp, he roared – a sort of banshee yowl.
Yeeeeeehhhhaaa!
She managed to reach the forest and the swampy ground. He followed.
They were splashing through muck and water and mud, and there were alligators and snakes, but V figured alligators and snakes were less dangerous than what was loping behind her. Yeeeeeehhhhaaa!
She got enough of a lead to leap into a tree and wait on an overhanging branch, hiding behind the thick trunk of the tree, and when he was below her …
She leaped.
She landed on his back, riding piggyback, her legs wrapped around his arms. Oh, but his arms were so powerful, and his fangs and claws were so
long – she had one chance, if she didn’t get it right, she was, well, she was doomed.
Plunging her claws into his face, she tore out his eyes.
The thing he had become threw her off and roaring in pain, his nostrils quivering, he came after her. She slipped behind a tree, and he stood, confused, sniffing the air and howling in his blindness. Yeeeeeehhhhaaa! His skin was chalk-white, transparent in places, blue veins pulsing, white hair spurting out everywhere in tuffs; his fangs dripped saliva; his claws were long and curved. He had become shaggy and monstrous.
Do I look like that? V thought, peeking out from behind a tree. Surely not! She climbed up the tree, shivering in fear and shame. It was all her fault!
The only way to win this fight was to become the demon – the full-octave, super-powered, demonic, reptilian she-devil killer. But it would consume lots of energy.
So be it!
Crouched on the branch, she morphed into her she-devil reptilian self – in the process exploding her black silk chemise into rags and fragments of fluff that floated down to the marshy ground. Then she tempted the shaggy shambling bestial vampire – to think that he had even been published in The New Yorker! – to come closer.
“Come on, darling, come to mummy!”
“Yeeeeeehhhhaaa!”
“Come, on, come on, over here!”
“Yeeeeeehhhhaaa!”
He approached, slobbering blindly, groping, sniffing, and grunting – he sounded to V more like a wild boar than like a vampire. He was trying to sense her presence. He turned his bloody mask and blind empty bloody sockets to the moon and howled – a heart-rending, lonely, howl. “Yeeeeeehhhhaaa!”
V crouched on her haunches silently, utterly still, waiting patiently, on the low branch of the tree, the talons of her feet clamped into the bark, her fangs bared, her forked tongue flicking nervously back and forth, back and forth, her claws extended in anticipation, waiting for the right moment to pounce.
She was feeling remorse and extreme guilt. After all, she had, in a moment of exuberant tenderness, and without intending it – but she should have known better – transformed a curly-haired, timid, charming New York Times correspondent, into a foaming-at-the-mouth, fanged, blood-thirsty, insatiable thing.
Then she saw that he was blundering into the path of a large snake, it was brown and black and patterned – a Cottonmouth! As V watched, the poisoned-fanged serpent undulated its way through the water, spinning out greasy iridescent ripples in the moonlight, alert, its head up, toward the shaggy blind vampire monster.
Then the snake stopped, poised to strike, but the vampire sensed its presence, and, with a lightning-fast movement grabbed the Cottonmouth in mid-strike, bit off its head, and began to eat it, with two ends of the snake wiggling desperately from the Vampire’s mouth.
Ugh, thought V.
This is it, thought V.
She leaped, straight onto the Vampire’s back, and with one sweep of her reptilian claws, lopped off its head.