Edimmu: The Michael Gideon Collection

By Aaron Conaway

The ancient entity fed through the ages, an incorporeal hunger that had given structure to a host of myths. Ghosts. Zombies. Vampires. Malevolent sentience that could enter your mind upon a stray thought or dream; making you feel fantastic — stronger than you've ever felt, the full sum of your physical and mental potential — all while it fed of everything that made you You.

Until there was no You.

Merely a hollowed-out meat puppet. An extension of its will.

It's Halloween night in a Midwestern town when a creature arrives . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: K & Q Press
• Release date: Dec 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393483601

Aaron Conaway

Aaron lives in K.C., MO with his wife and fur babies. He makes up stories more than he eats, eats more than he sleeps, and has been given to frequent a Ferris wheel when occasion permits. He loves to experiment with tales, mostly flash pieces and short stories, and is a huge fan of myths and folklore. Waking The Weaver, his first novel, kicked off The Timberhaven Chronicles.

Book preview

October 30th

Great Basin Desert

11:43 p.m.

"Okay, wait. Do you mean, like, 28 Days Later zombies or Romero’s?" Bobby asked as Utah wind blew in through his open car window.

Sarah shifted gears in their road abused SUV then flicked her cigarette out the window as they sped down the highway.

Both, she replied.

Oh, god. Bobby said, picturing all that undead flesh, I guess – wait, can I have a shotgun instead of a 9mm?

Sure, but that means your car only has a quarter tank of gas in it. Sarah smiled.

"Fine. Well, I guess I’d blast my way out of the – this is stupid. No way would I have gone to the library during a zombie apocalypse!"

You hadn’t heard the news, Sarah said, after thinking for a second.

Then why the hell would I be wandering the streets with a shotgun? Bobby asked incredulously, What kinda scary-ass library is this?

Yeah, Sarah admitted, I didn’t think this question through very well. My brain’s getting tired. She said through a yawn.

Well, we’ve been playing since Vegas. We can take a break. Bobby said, rolling his window up, "Want me