Rood Der: 12: Ecstasies Horrific

By Douglas Christian Larsen

Rood Der: 12: Ecstasies Horrific. Rooster and Frances carry Frederic into the highlands of High Vale, toward the healing Hot Springs, but what is coming up behind them is more horrific than anything they have experienced as yet, beyond the Red Door.

How deep are we, immersed in this world we call reality? How many turtles down do we go, in this discombobulated, mixed-metaphor, rabbit-hole world?

Their world might be based on Ayn Rand, her writings, philosophies, and her U.S. Presidency, but how dense are their numbers compressed, and for how long will their simulation even run? This little group has been provided an exit, but would anyone be rude enough to dare and leave their very own reality?

Take the Rude Dare, and Cross over, where data is data, through the Red Door. From the author of Vestigial Surreality comes the new serial novel, Rood Der.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781365851308

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Rood Der: 12: Ecstasies Horrific

Rood Der: 12

Ecstasies Horrific

The Sunday SciFi-Fantasy Serial

by Douglas Christian Larsen

ISBN: 978-1-365-85130-8

© Douglas Christian Larsen 2017

In the morning the first thing Frances wanted to do was give Frederic some of the honey that Mister Bumbles had flown in during the night. Rooster cautioned against giving him very much and suggested that Frances should first sample the nectar in order to more fully understand how it just might affect Frederic. But she didn’t want to waste any and Rooster could tell she was wanting to pour all four large vials down the comatose man’s throat, and he cautiously attempted to clue her that this was not the honey of her world, that it could cause...effects. He dipped his head to her and ruffled his massive red Mohawk with his hand.

"This’s what gave you that?" she demanded, stepping back from him and holding the vial of honey at arm’s length, wincing and ready to cast it away as foul Doctor Jekyll Juice.

Well, Frances, I don’t know what all caused my...changes, he said, slowly, it was probably a whole lot of things. Drinking the water here, eating the grasses, and the honey, and breathing the air, absorbing the sunlight֫—this is a whole new world.

Oh don’t go all Disney on me! she snapped, throttling the honey vial in her hand. "I don’t want to turn Frederic into a...a stupid...some insane, I don’t know—insect man!"

I don’t think you need to worry about that, just go with it, that’s what Frederic wants to do, it’s the decision he made.

What do you know about Frederic! she snapped, actually showing her teeth in a snarl.

Come on Frances, you know I love Frederic, I’ve known him for years, and years. He’s been doing my taxes for me, for free mind you, for about twelve years. I was his AA sponsor, and at least he’s never relapsed, not once that I know of.

Right, you’re not even a heavy drinker, you’re not an alcoholic, and never have been one! she whispered. The thing of it was, Frederic had never told her that, that Hank had played such an important role