Excerpt from Hunger:
The voice moved around him, admiring his vocation, his family and most of all, him. It flattered Reynard unabashedly, to the point of nausea. It cooed in his ear as he held Jerome in his arms or copulated with Fine, then it soothed him to sleep.
I want to show you things, it tempted. The sights will astonish you with your strong mind and constitution. The treats I wish you to enjoy will fill your stomach like nothing you have enjoyed before. Your strong, nimble hands will search out textures never felt by them before. Most of all, I will fill you with a new life.
“I do not understand.” Reynard said. “Do you refer to the strange dreams I have but cannot remember when I wake?”
If you wish to remember your dreams, commit to me, it said, toying with him.
“What is this commitment you speak of on so many occasions?”
It is for your safety and to open your eyes.
“Safety from what?”
It is an invaluable gift that you will receive but you have to be sure you want it.
Reynard was curious about what it wished to give him. The answers lead him to more questions. He was intrigued, more because it would not tell him what it would give him and what it wanted in return.
The game it played with him felt as though it courted him. Still, it was careful not to tell him anything, only vague suggestions to keep his interest. More than a month passed with it swirling around him and the conversation remained the same.
The power I want to give you, will allow all your dreams to come true.
“How?” he asked.
By feeding the hunger.
“The hunger for what?”
Come. It guided him through the city to unfamiliar surroundings. Here we are.
A wagon, pulled by a shabby mule, stopped in the intersection. Two men stepped down from the bench; one went to the back of the wagon and unlatched the gate. From his position, Reynard could not see what was stored in the back. The man rejoined the other and they entered a home.
He walked to the doorway. In the gray shadows of the room, Reynard saw them wrapping something in filthy sheets.
“Step back,” one said with a growl, seeing him. “Unless you came to help.”
“Nah, he’s too pretty for that,” the other man said and chuckled.
Reynard backed away and turned his eyes to the backside of the trailer. He heard grunts behind him as the men lifted the wrapped parcel and walked briskly on the other side of the trailer. He stopped at the end and craned his neck to see the trailer’s cargo.
“Oh great, a lookie-loo. Piss off!”
Reynard did not move. A hand fell out the sheet, its blackened fingers stiff and lifeless. He recognized the putrid scent of rotting flesh. His stomach churned and he felt its contents erupt from his mouth. Chunks of his dinner splattered on the ground.
The men laughed as they closed the gate. They shook their heads before returning to their positions on the wagon bench.
This will not happen to you, if you fulfill our needs, it assured. You watched your parents and siblings perish from the Black Death. You do not have to suffer it for yourself. You do not have to watch your flesh decompose as you still live.
Hunger ebook will be available at Smashwords, Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other book retailers, as well as paperback on Amazon and CreateSpace on October 31, 2014