Hailed as a cross between Deliverance and Silence of the Lambs, DREG is a monster you won't soon forget. No matter how hard you try.
New Orleans. 1940. Madness thrives in the swamps and a dark legacy is embraced. A bayou boy is baptized in city blood and a pack as old as time rises from the swamps. A man beast escapes his shackles, and the hunt begins- a hunt that will last for decades. A hunt fueled by the moon. For when the moon is full, the beast rises. And the blood flows.
Houston, Texas. 1999. Lucas Glover is a local psychic who assists the police. Lucas' psychic abilities are faltering and his health has been greatly affected by his gift. He is brought in by the police commissioner to help profile and track down the Keepsake Killer. The Keepsake Killer is a mass murder who has eluded the police for decades. Lucas is partnered with William Harlson, a hard as nails, skeptical and terminally ill homicide detective who sees stopping the killer as his last hurrah. As the investigation progresses, Lucas is plagued by strange dreams and he develops a connection with the killer. Lucas discovers that he is dealing with a primal force of nature far more dangerous than any human serial killer. And when the Keepsake Killer strikes close to home, Lucas has to push his abilities farther than they have ever been pushed.
DREG has been published in 3 editions since 2003 and was twice optioned for a motion picture. It has placed high in the Amazon horror rankings numerous times since its original publication.
"As a fan of horror I was impressed with how the novel flowed and refused to slow down in order for me to catch my breath. West takes the breaks off as it spins toward it's finale and it just doesn't let up. Dreg is a novel full of suspense and gore. It clings to you like plastic wrap. We know what a werewolf is. We've seen the movies and West takes is into a horrifying new direction and gives us a character who thinks he's a wolf and that is what I loved the most about Dreg. It features a monster with a human face and that is far more terrifying. Dreg is an intelligent horror novel that shows us how good West is. While guys like King and Koontz are treading water West is swimming along writing true horror that sticks with you long after you finish it. West should be a major player in the horror genre and Dreg could be the novel that pushes him into the big leagues. Being a fan of West I have seen him evolve as a writer. He is consistent and you can tell that he loves what he's doing. The only question is how is he going to top Dreg?"
-Michael Noe, Horror Author & Reviewer
Tammy suddenly felt sick and light-headed. Her inner voice screamed at her to leave, but she had to know. Tammy walked quickly to the freezer and she pulled the lid of it open. The first thing she noticed was a small collection of frozen human heads. The one that faced her belonged to man. His mouth was partially opened and one of his ears was gone. His colorless eyes stared beyond Tammy. There were other things stuffed into the freezer below the heads as well- she thought she glimpsed an arm- but the heads were all Tammy needed to confirm her fear.
Nausea punched her in the stomach. She slammed down the freezer door and she took off. She gave up on the notion of finding her car keys. She wouldn't spend another minute in that hell house.
She hurried back through the living room and out the open entrance of the cabin. Once on the porch, she paused and tried to figure out the best route to take. She decided on the opposite direction Dreg had taken and she plunged into the dark woods, distance from this madness her only goal.
The woods were dark and she felt coarse tree limbs whip her flesh as she plodded on, oblivious to her destination. She had no idea where she might turn up and she didn’t care.
'Away, away, away,' her frightened mind chanted as she physically cut through the thick brush.
Slivers of moonlight patched the area, and at certain illuminations, she would pause for a second to try and ascertain her position.
Solid growth. Black and foreboding. Animals moving about and rattling the brush. No sign of the Interstate or another cabin. Tammy pressed on, grimacing as a thorn left a trail in her forearm. She ran into a thick spider’s web, which immediately clutched her face. She nearly screamed, surprised by the sensation, and rubbed it away.
That’s when she heard the noise.
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Translated by Alejandra Palopoli
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Author review: Great job! Very talented and enthusiastic! |
