From author of the macabre, Mark Taylor comes the penultimate book in the series of The Devil's Hand!
The celestials have threatened to go to war with Hell. Only if they’re given Darin, The Devil’s Hand, will they call off their armies.
Banished from his home with no powers, friends, or places to hide, Darin still seeks out the journals, trying to assemble some reasoning behind everything that has happened.
But when the celestials fail to contain him, they send something else.
Something much worse than an angelic body.
The penultimate chapter in The Devil’s Hand series, Celestials, sees Darin fight for his life, meet with new friends and reacquaint with old.
Go back to where it all began...
...before it’s too late.
As a sigh escaped his lips, Darin trudged further into Purgatory. It was depressing.
Although he supposed that was the point.
The ghosts of those that died in Hell and on Earth drifted by, a glimpse of their faces, torn into terrible screams for eternity, haunted each of The Hand’s footfalls. It was a dim reminder of what could happen.
In the distance a lone figure appeared. He stood and waited as Darin got closer. The hat gave it away.
“Tesla,” Darin said, greeting him.
Darin raised his hands passively, a sign of peace. “Where is he?”
“He’s here,” the ex-Alp nodded.
“Here, Hand. He wants to know what you want,” Tesla smiled.
Darin looked surprised. “What are you, his bitch?”
Tesla laughed. “After what I have foreseen? I wonder why you are here myself.”
“Don’t you know?” Darin smirked.
Tesla tilted his head to the side. “It’s curious. I know what will happen up there. I always have, but I see nothing here in Purgatory. It is like the reality of what is, and what is to become, does not belong here. Perhaps I do, therefore, belong here. Where it is dull, and safe…”
“I am here, Hand.” Petiot’s growl came from behind Darin. He turned. Petiot was burned, scarred, from their last encounter. His skin was raw and his eyes glowed a deep red. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you where you stand.”
“Because,” Darin answered, “first I’d like to see you try, and second…well, I’m worth more as The Hand than I am as a fleeting moment of satisfaction…to you, at least.”
Petiot snorted. “What do you want?”
“The Journals, of course.”
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Mark Taylor's debut novel crash landed on planet earth in 2013. Its dark brooding style benchmarked his writing and has led to further releases of novel and short story collection alike.
While most of Mark's work is macabre, occasion has it that he will write about kittens and daisies. Just not very often.
Some say he is a product of his environment, others, a product of his own imagination.
Whichever it is he works happily, portraying dark existences on this planet and others. He relays his fears and doubts on his characters, so always has a smile. If Mark is real, as some say he is, you might find him in England.
You can find him at his website: www.authormarktaylor.com, or on Facebook: www.facebook.com/AuthorMarkTaylor
"A fresh burn of imagination!" - Variety Reviews
"Definitely a great book." - Drunken Druids View
"Mark Taylor drags you down into the darkest and most twisted pits of human nature." - Darren Gallagher, author of Strings
"In The Human Condition, Mark Taylor blends American horror with an English elegance." - Eden Royce, author of Containment
"[Shutter Speed] worms its way into your psyche and latches on as you watch the events unfold." - The Bibliophilic Book Blog