Bøker av James Southern

Mr. Radcliff was flung halfway through his window, caught by the broken glass and dragged about fifty feet along the pavement under his truck with who knows how many tons of pressure grinding his upper torso and head like he had been in a mechanical cheese grater. Shorty said, "This is pure holy hell, Aerol. It could be Radcliff's truck, but I am gonna have to go over and look inside to see if it looks like him. I am not sure that will help either, though. Uh, I-I don't know if there is an upper body left on the person..." "Anna, we aren't going to make it in. This baby is breaching right now. What the hell do we do?" "It feels like I'm being ripped in half and the burning is getting horrible from the infection!" "Awe, Dr. Kramer, our Vivi is about to have her baby in the ambulance..."