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The Summer I Died [MultiFormat]
eBook by Ryan C. Thomas & Cody Goodfellow
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eBook Category: Horror/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description:  So much screaming. Roger Huntington is home from college for the summer, and he and his best friend, Tooth, can't wait to start having fun. It's going to be a summer full of beer, comic books, movies, laughs, parties and maybe even girls. So much pain. The sun is high and the sky is clear as Roger and Tooth set out to shoot beer cans at Bobcat Mountain. Just two friends catching up on lost time, two friends thinking about their futures, two friends--So much blood. --suddenly thrust in the middle of a nightmare. Forced to fight for their lives against a sadistic killer. A killer with an arsenal of razor-sharp blades and a hungry dog. So much death. If they are to survive, they must decide: are heroes born, or are they made? Or is something more powerful happening to them? And more importantly, how do you survive when all roads lead to . . . death!
eBook Publisher: Coscom Entertainment, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2006
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [326 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [796 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [223 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [991 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [198 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [777 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [229 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [1.0 MB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [861 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [190 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [495 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [542 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [336 KB]
Words: 64324
Reading time: 183-257 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 9781926712062
 
"A tense, bloody ride!" -Brian Keene, bestselling author of The Rising and City of the Dead
?A down and dirty drive-in splatfest, 70s style!? - HorrorDrive-In.com
?This book is everything you wish Hostel was!? - Horrorwatch.com
?Thomas may very well be the next big name in extreme horror.? - Hellnotes
?This book hooked me in hard. I blazed through it, loving every minute of it.? - Creature Corner.com
?The Summer I Died is one wicked trip through man-made hell and I was glad I hitched a ride.? - Insidious Reflections
?This novel takes us deep into the bowels of hell where Thomas doesn?t hold any punches.? - SciFiHorrorBooks.com
?Keeps you in suspense and keeps the pages flying.? - Horror-Web.com
?Sharp and ingenious and a whole lot of fun. Ryan C. Thomas is not just a writer to watch, but one that has already hit a stride that most others at their own game should envy.? - HorrorDrive-In.com
?I loved this book . . . it makes an Eli Roth film look like Sesame Street.? - OzHorrorScope.com
?A hell of a promising beginning from a hell of a writer.? - WretchedAndViolent.com
?My muscles were actually sore the day after I finished reading this book because I was so tensed up.? - Multiverse Reviews
?The most brutal story I?ve experienced since Poppy Brite?s Exquisite Corpse. When you think the author can?t wring any more raw energy out of a situation, just turn the page and things spiral even deeper into anguished pain.? - John Sunseri, editor/author
?I have never flinched so much while reading a book. An excellent, nasty little book. I loved it!? - Desmond Reddick, Dread-Media.com (podcast 72)
PROLOGUE
To avoid the nightmares of that summer, I take caffeine and diet pills, any type of speed to keep me up for as long as possible. As a result, I haven't slept more than a couple of hours a night in a long time. My eyes have sunken near to the hollows of my skull and I shake with malnourishment because the pills suppress my appetite. My face is bruised and my thighs are dotted with purple welts and half-moon scars from where I have punched and pinched myself to keep myself awake. I am eroding. But this is a far better alternative than the dreams of that summer. That summer of lost innocence, pain, and bloodshed beyond anything you can imagine.
The pills don't, however, prevent my daily questioning and ranting, nor do they stop me from cursing at God. They don't keep me from shaking my fist at the sky and crying with disgust, irreverence, gratitude, confusion, or any other of the myriad emotions I experience each day. Still though, I am unsure whether God played a part in it at all, or whether or not God even exists.
There are times, late at night, when the pills have worn off and I've slipped into a semiconscious state, that I wake myself yelling at the top of my lungs. I find myself back in that summer, only this time I am telling myself to leave the dice at home, or to put the gun to my head and pull the trigger. I wake up and continue to yell, until I am hoarse, until the bloody images dissipate. Then I yell some more. I don't know why I keep yelling once I realize I am at home in the present. Perhaps to feel my own rage and fear, to know I still have emotions.
Perhaps.
People have asked me--therapists, friends, even a biographer--how I felt that summer when I got home from college, before the bloodshed began. I tell them I was happy. They seem to think they can return me to that point. But, trust me, that person--the me from then--is dead.
For all intents and purposes, the moment I picked up the gun the first weekend I was back was the moment that started it all. Tooth was excited to have me home from school and I was eager to hang out with him. He had convinced me to go shooting with him...
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