Angels: they’re among us. I would know. There’s one trapped inside of me. But the image you probably have of these “helpers of God” is wrong, I guarantee it. They are all maniacal assholes.
Anna Meisner awakes, naked and afraid, tied to a chair in a dark room. Across from her sits a woman who is her spitting image. With tears in her eyes, the woman puts a gun against her head and kills herself. Anna is not found until days later and in a state of hypothermia, moments from dying. But when she wakes in the hospital, she finds that the police doesn’t see her as a victim, but as a suspect. It’s the beginning of a series of catastrophic events in which she has no choice but to play a part. Is this the end of humanity?
This apocalyptic thriller was nominated for a Bastaard Fantasy Award.
Genre: FICTION / HorrorEden was nomineted for a Bastaard Fantasy Awards, for best novel of 2016 in The Netherlands and Belgium. The English version is uploaded in January and now available on al the sales channels incl. Amazon.
I woke up in a dark, stifling room.
Still groggy with sleep, I stared at the floor. Drool dribbled down my double chin and splattered onto my naked upper leg. The fact that it was a naked leg only occurred to me after a few more seconds. Which wasn’t surprising – my head felt like a bunch of elephants were playing musical chairs inside my brain. Everything was spinning, and with each beat of my heart my head nearly exploded. A haze danced in front of my eyes. A cold draft covered me like a blanket of ice, chilling me to the core of my soul. My body shook uncontrollably. My feet – which seemed rooted to the spot on the icy, concrete floor – felt numb, and my nipples would have made great clothes pegs. The blinking light didn’t make the situation any better. On. Off. Light. Dark... it was driving me nuts. In short:
This was not exactly what I’d call a glorious awakening.
Where am I? What happened?
I moaned. Without thinking, I tried to raise a hand to my throbbing head, but I didn’t get far. A jab of pain in my wrists sent a rush of adrenalin through me, dissolving the haze and making me more alert. The throbbing faded into the background, and the elephants turned to mice. In the glare of the strip light above me, which challenged the darkness with every flicker, I saw that my arms were tied behind me against the chair. I didn’t just see it – I felt it. Thick, chafing flax rope was strung across my body from shoulder to thigh in the shape of an X, fixed to the same chair, and cutting into my flesh with each movement I made.
Not quite ready to face reality, I tried to wriggle free. Pointless, of course.
What the hell is this?
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German
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Translated by María Paula Estévez
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