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So you think you know all about superheroes? Those guys in the capes and the lightly starched spandex speedoes. Leaping tall buildings and always getting the girl.
You don't know nothing.
Join Steve Vernon, Nova Scotia's hardest working horror writer, as he takes you into the world of Captain Nothing. It's a world without hope, a world that is as cold and dark as a landlord's heart, three days after the rent is due. It's a world that could give the Batman a case of the squirming night fears. NOTHING TO LOSE is a collection of stories that will show you the darker side of courage. It will show you the shadows in a hero's heart.
Go on. I dare you to take a closer look.
You've got nothing to lose.
"If Harlan Ellison, Richard Matheson and Robert Bloch had a three-way sex romp in a hot tub, and then a team of scientists came in and filtered out the water and mixed the leftover DNA into a test tube, the resulting genetic experiment would most likely grow up into Steve Vernon." – Bookgasm
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THE GLINT OF MOONLIGHT ON BROKEN GLASS
It is midnight in the hard part of town. The mask is itching like it always does. The ragged end of my cape is soaking in a puddle of something I don’t want to guess about. I’m crouched behind a kicked-in aluminum trash can. It stinks of rotted meat and drunkard’s piss.
And I feel right at home.
I watch as the two of them drag the woman into the alley. I wait until They have got her dress hoisted up, her panties squirmed down. I wait until I am certain that one of them has his pants unbuckled and is firmly into her, bearing down hard.
Hey, I may wear a cape, but that doesn’t make me a hero.
So I come up behind the one who is standing and watching. He’s the easiest to take. The smaller of the two, he has to wait his turn. I don’t keep him waiting, and he doesn’t hear me coming. He’s too busy filling his eyes with the sight of her tits and his buddy’s ass slapping up and down, too busy filling his ears full of her screams.
I am glad she is screaming. It makes it easier for me to sneak up on the three of them. There isn’t much danger of her screams bringing anyone else. Not in this part of town, where people mostly keep to their own misery, too busy to bother with anyone else’s.
I can see her face, sharp in the moonlight and the filter of alley dreams. I can see the anger and fear, transforming and transfiguring her from a housewife hurrying home from shopping to a harridan of hatred and hunger. She wants to be larger; she wants to turn herself into a She-Kong, no matter what the price, just long enough to shred these pissants into puddles of lukewarm gravy.
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German
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Translated by Angelika Rust
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Author review: Hardworking and conscientious. Angelika Rust is a superhero of translators. |
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Giuseppe Raccosta
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Author review: I am immensely pleased with the translation work done for me on my nihilistic crime fighter collection, NOTHING TO LOSE. He jumped right in with both feet and proceeded to kick mighty butt. I am happy to work with him again on future Italian translations. |
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Rodrigo Piccini Knorr
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Author review: Eager to work, very enthusiastic. Works fast. |
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Gabriela Miranda
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