Resurrection: The Tatterdemon Trilogy, #2
By Steve Vernon
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The pot has begun to boil.
In 1691 the town of Crossfall taught the witch Thessaly how to die. They beat her, they shot her, they hung her - but nothing worked. When they finally tried to bury her alive Thessaly set the field against them. The first man died as a gust of wind harrowed the meat from his bones. A root,flung like a dirty javelin, cut a second man down. Many more deaths followed. The Preacher Fell impaled the witch upon her very own broom but she dragged him down into the field to wait for three more centuries.
Three hundred years later Maddy Harker will murder her bullying husband Vic. She will bury him in the field as she buried her abusive father years before that. The very same field where the revenant spirit of Thessaly Cross lies waiting.
In three days Vic will rise again - a thing of dirt, bone and hatred.
Men will call him the Tatterdemon.
And hell - and Thessaly - will follow.
Volume Two of the creepiest scarecrow novel you will ever read.
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Resurrection - Steve Vernon
THE TATTERDEMON TRILOGY
BOOK TWO - RESURRECTION
By Steve Vernon
Cover Art: Keri Knutson
ISBN-13: 978-1-927765-01-2
First Edition – April 23, 2013
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DEDICATION
To My Wife Belinda – I’m nothing but a scarecrow in a lonely field without you.
(Note: This is the SECOND volume in a three volume novel. You ought to have read REVENANT: VOLUME ONE OF THE TATTERDEMON TRILOGY before you start reading this. If you really want to save a little time, trouble and money you ought to look for THE TATTERDEMON OMNIBUS, which is all three books in one volume)
CHAPTER SIX - Lily Sees Something Blue
* 1 *
LILY MILTON STOOD BEFORE three full length mirrors screwed on to the bathroom walls of her trailer. She didn’t like her trailer. She didn’t like the aluminum of it, or the way it refused to rust or change. She didn’t like the way it breathed at night, like a harmonica playing itself.
It was too damn closed in for her liking.
There were windows all around her. It felt like she was living in a damn peep show. She didn’t like that feeling. It was kind of funny, her being bothered by that after all those years of people staring.
You would think she’d be used to being looked at, the way she used to be.
Three mirrors wide.
She hadn’t used the third mirror for three years now. Her fasting and walking were whittling her down. She left the mirror up to remind her how far she could sink, if she let herself go.
It was one of Lily’s three quiet secrets.
It wasn’t much of a secret, as secrets went. There wasn’t a soul in town didn’t know Lily was once large enough to give Captain Ahab a reason to live for. The fact was, she’d once weighed in at close to six hundred pounds.
A lot of that weight was paint. Nearly eighty percent of her body was covered in tattoos. The Great Wall of China, surrounded by a half dozen samurai and three long dragons, wound from her left shoulder down to the small of her back. Her left arm was given to a gangly Quixote and Sancho Panza charging gamely at three skeletal windmills. Her breasts bore a pair of veiny octopi dragging down a four masted schooner on her left and an aircraft carrier on her right. The other arm carried Adam and Eve uprooted from the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
This was Lily’s world, her geography, and her landmarks. Planted between each monument were a half thousand designs ranging from a Cree Indian in full wardress to a tiny Statue of Liberty. Once they had been everything to her, but her world had folded its tent.
Now she was shrinking.
The great collapsing universe, that was Lily Milton, all right.
For half her life Lily toured with the Eastern Dream Traveling Carnival and Freak Show. She was their star act, now retired, these six years past. She remembered the way the crowds had stared at her, like she was a goddess. It was the one part of the carnival she truly missed.
Her tattoos were a gift from her lover, Raoul. Sweet tiny Raoul, a sideshow dwarf, not bigger than a nubbin, born with a man sized prick and a heart as large as a circus tent. She could still feel him, climbing atop her like a flea in heat and filling her the way no man ever before him would.
Even the tattoos were a sign of his love.
It took him nearly ten years to paint the canvas of her flesh. He had vowed to cover her body completely and to one day see her picture immortalized as a six page centerfold in the Guinness Book of Records.
A chicken bone had ended it, her crossroads a forked tang of calcium and gristle caught in little Raoul’s throat. Lily had reacted without thought; inadvertently Heimliching Raoul to death, breaking one of his ribs and driving it like an ivory stake into his tiny beautiful heart.
This was Lily’s second darkest secret.
What she’d done with Raoul after she had Heimliched him to death was her third secret.
The chicken hadn’t filled her and she was scared that there’d be trouble with the law if they found his body. So she disposed of the body as quietly as possible. It had taken three bottles of Southern Cross Barbecue Sauce, and a premium sized bag of charcoal, but she’d choked the last of him down.
Since killing and eating Raoul she had lost all taste for public life. She’d retired from the carnival. She had parked her trailer in the first town she came to. She blamed the fat for his death, and had vowed to lose it.
It was funny, in a way. She’d grown fat for him. To give him more canvas to paint. Now he was gone, though she carried his memory. A tiny white crucifix, carved from his pelvic bone. She wore it like a promise about her soft girdled neck.
Her weight was vanishing, as well. She’d sworn that the grave they dug for her when she finally walked over that river Jordan that she would be no larger than Raoul himself. In fact, it was her deepest hope to diet down to nothing. She hoped to find him under all that fat, like a baby waiting to be reborn.
She hadn’t counted on the stretching of her skin. It had never quite found its original shape. Her epidermis sagged like a tattered sail cloth. She stayed inside, for fear a gust of wind might sail her off like a runaway kite.
The room began to swim.
Hell.
A vision was coming in.
She closed her eyes and let the vision take her.
They usually came by night, but there were no rules to this gift of hers.
She relaxed. She felt a great weight about her and atop her, surrounding and smothering her. She saw cool blue dread hanging over Crossfall and drifting towards her trailer, like a giant blue amoeba. She saw a pair of stilts, scissoring towards her.
Her eyelids flew open.
She caught a glimpse of pale blue eyes, staring through the window at her.
Damn it!
Those pale eyes were no vision.
She knew who it was, damn him.
She grabbed her favorite Smurf printed beach blanket and she headed straight for the door - a great blue whale carrying herself on the momentum of her huge cosmic tsunamic force.
* 2 *
Marvin Pusser was built way past thin. His skin sucked close to the bone and stayed there. He’d been born with lots of teeth, for grinning; lots of eye, for staring; and a pinched in nose, just perfect for poking into other people’s business.
And