A Chunk of Hell: A Bonus Prequel Story to Pitch Dark

By Steven Sidor

After serving in the Pacific, Rick Conner returned from the war and opened a detective agency. He finds things, and his services don't come cheap. An old buddy from the Corps points him toward a job. But his new client, the eccentric millionaire Lazlo Belzoni, puts Conner immediately on guard.

Belzoni claims to be a doctor but seems more of a mystic. He's looking for a stone that was stolen from him. It's supposed to be some kind of relic. Conner is skeptical, but what's it to him as long as the good doctor pays top dollar. Rick finds the stone. And the moment he lays his hands on it, the game changes. He goes from hunting a thief to being hunted himself.

What's stalking him is far worse than he ever could've imagined.

"A Chunk of Hell," Steven Sidor's prequel to his stunning new novel Pitch Dark, is a runaway train of a story that will draw you into an adventure that has only just begun.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Apr 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781429924740

Steven Sidor

Steven Sidor is the author of acclaimed novels including Skin River, Mirror's Edge, Bone Factory. He lives near Chicago with his wife and two children.

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A Chunk of Hell

Steven Sidor

-A prequel to Pitch Dark-

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Some men are born in Hell, others are dragged to it. Rick Conner found his way there by accident. It began in the wee hours, in Brooklyn, New York. The Little Caughnawaga neighborhood was home to ironworkers transplanted down south from Canada. They were mostly Iroquois, and they came for the jobs. Whole families migrated to the city. Sometimes only the men would remain, sending their pay back to wives and children living on the reservation, and visiting them when they could. There’s a myth about the Iroquois having no fear of heights. Conner doubted it. The men took pride in hiding their fear, acting with warrior spirit, proving themselves day in, day out. That’s what put the salt on their meat.

Made life taste good.

It was something Conner appreciated.

He’d spent the night drinking in an Indian bar with a half-French, half-Mohawk named Lucien Deerhouse. They’d met in the Marine Raiders and fought at Bougainville in the Solomon Islands. These days Lucien built Manhattan skyscrapers, walking six-inch beams on high steel in the clouds. He wasn’t exactly a talker, and when something important needed to be told, he took even longer getting to it. As the sun readied to light up the Atlantic, Conner waited for another kind of illumination. He wanted to know why his friend had called.

Lucien’s Bethlehem Steel hardhat rested on the bar next to a full glass of beer. He drained the glass. Set it back on the mahogany with a loud click.

Up in Montreal I hear stories.

What kind of stories, Luc?

Sort of thing you been doing since we dropped the bomb on the Japs.

Missing people?

Lucien nodded. But there was more.

He needing nudging and Rick obliged.

I work for hire, cash paid up front, and I’m not cheap, Rick said.

You look for lost property, not just people?

That’s right. Rick lit a cigarette and blew out smoke like years of dust. "Old buddy, just tell me what we’re talking about. I’ll tell you if I’m your man."

The ironworker leaned back on his barstool. Seeping smells – yeasty beer, damp bricks, and sawdust – conjured a crowd of men who sweat for their pay. Rick, Lucien, and the bartender were the only three present. The bartender brought out a mop and bucket. He filled the bucket with steaming bleach water and pushed it on squeaky wheels into the bathroom’s dimness. The door closed.

Lucien said, Couple friends of mine are working a thirty-floor apartment job on the Upper West Side, two blocks from Central Park. It’s a weird building.

Weird how?

They say the plans make no sense.

Luc, you could fit what I know about architecture in a thimble and still have room for your thumb.

Lucien shook his head. "It’s not technical, nothing like that. The construction – well, it’s like there’s a building

Reviews for A Chunk of Hell

[theyodamom · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

Similes oh my, Simile me to death. i had to stop and try to figure out what was what. The whole story tripped and stumbled.

[mirrani_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Like the shadows of demons, this short story will chase you down and refuse to turn you loose. Readers will hurry through, not to escape the darkness, but to discover what else it holds.The story is well told and the characters are so thoughtfully planned that they seem taken from life. Every word within the pages brings such amazing visualizations to mind that it is as if the reader is the main character, instead of someone waiting for the next book to arrive in their hands.This was my first encounter with these characters and I find myself under their spell, wanting to know where the rollercoaster that is their final train ride might take them.Note: Though this book was a free gift from the author, the content of my review was in no way influenced by the gifting. The book speaks for itself and my review would have been worded just this way even if I'd gone out and bought it. I also give bonus points for Text To Speech enabling on Kindle format.... but that also wasn't a factor in the above review.