Tuesday, May 31, 2016


Where Wolves Run
Jason Parent

Genre: Horror
Publisher: Corpus Press
Publication date: 5.31.16
Pages: 86

The Beasts Will Feed.
            The dense Bavarian forest outside the town of Rattenberg has long been rumored to harbor something sinister, something wild - mythical beasts that vanish into the shadowy woods after each attack, leaving carnage as the only evidence of their existence.  Many villagers turn a blind eye to what is happening, but those who believe tremble at the mere whisper of the word: werewolf.
            There are those who stand and fight, however.  Konrad is one such boy.  Too poor to live in the village, he and his mother fed for themselves in their forest hovel alone for months at a time, his father preoccupied with mysterious business abroad.
            After a vicious assault on their homestead, Konrad finds himself buried beneath his mother's mutilated body, escaping death only due to his father's chance return.  Alive, but taking no comfort in the presence of the man who had left him and his mother to face death on their own, Konrad soon discovers that his father's work has followed him home...
            ...and it's hungry.

When they came one night in late September, Mother seemed as though she knew what they were and why they were there.  Father was away on some vague trip to mountains in the west.  He had left Konrad and his mother alone to face an unspeakable brute and its cohorts in sin.
            Mother shoved aside the wooden table upon which they had just finished their supper.  Beneath it, the floor consisted of large flat stones arranged like puzzle pieces in dirt.  The largest was irregularly shaped, nearly two meters longhand less than a meter wide.  Yanking a pickaxe from the wall, she drove it into the dirt and wedged it beneath the rock, prying it loose.
            The rock covered a storage area as shallow as a coffin.  "Get in," Mother urged.  She propped up the slab at an angle.  Howling broke the silence outside: wolves.  Their haunting refrains came from all directions.
            "Quickly!"  Her voice was low but sharp.  She pulled him close, her wet cheek smearing against his.  She assisted him into the hole.
            A clever but unlearned boy, Konrad did not fully understand his mother's apprehension.  Still, he did as she commanded.  His big brown eyes widened as his mother lowered the lid, blocking out all but a crack of the hearth's warm glow.  She told him, begged him, to stay quiet no matter what he might hear.  He nodded, chin quivering, knowing something was terribly wrong, his imagination filling in the details.
            Shock made him keep his promise of silence.  He choked up in panic as terrifying sounds, growling and pounding, came from just outside.  Scratching at the walls followed.  The nauseating cacophony traveled through the dirt as if to mock Konrad to his cowardice as he lay in his sarcophagus.  Is that what those demonic creatures were doing?  Taunting them?
            If so, the taunting stopped.  A moment of silence gave life to hope.  It shattered as easily as the door beneath some terrible force.  Konrad peeked through the crack, but his view was limited.  He heard a struggle above him.  His mother spoke not a word; her screams said it all.

About the author:
In his head, Jason Parent lives in many places, but in the real world, he calls New England his home.  The region offers an abundance of settings for his writing and many wonderful places in which to write them.  He currently resides in Southeastern Massachusetts with his cuddly corgi named Calypso.
            In a prior life, Jason spent most of his time in front of a judge... as a civil litigator.  When he finally tired of Latin phrases no one knew how to pronounce and explaining to people that real lawsuits are not started, tried and finalized with the 60-minute timeframe they see on TV (it's harassing the witness; no one throws vicious woodland creatures at them), he traded in his cheap suits for flip flops and designer stubble.  The flops got repossessed the next day, and he's back in the legal field... sorta.  But that's another story.
            When he's not working, Jason likes to kayak, catch a movie, travel any place that will let him enter, and play just about any sport (except that ball tied to the pole thing where you basically just whack the ball until it twists in a knot or takes somebody's head off - he misses the appeal).  And read and write, of course.  He does that too sometimes.
            You can visit him on Facebook, on Twitter, or his website for information regarding upcoming events or releases, or if you have any questions or comments for him.

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