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Psychiatrist Thane Daniels has one night and twelve criminally insane patients to interview before he can save his soul, taken from him by something lurkng on the maximum security unit. Helping him is his nurse Caden and two patients, Caden's girlfriend, and her incarcerated father. Throughout the night each patient reveals their deviant past, crimes which are played out in the nearby Alaskan town of Pleasant, where Thane's problems began years before with the discovery of a Viking longboat. As the past and present unfold, Thane begins to place all hope in a mysterious hospital priest, and his gorgon girlfriend.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	22 août 2018
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781785381591
Langue	English

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MONSTEROTICA
Quig Shelby

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First published in 2015
This edition published in 2016 by
AUK Authors
an imprint of
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
The right of Quig Shelby to be identified as the Author of this Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998
Copyright © 2015, 2016 Quig Shelby
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Chapter One
Pleasant
The snow fell crisp and even, as another empty bottle of schnapps hit the frozen wasteland, tossed behind Thane’s shiny blue snowmobile. He’d just split from his girlfriend on his twenty-second birthday. Tousled brown hair escaped the confines of his old college bobble hat as he careered passed the sign swinging in the chilly blast, ‘Pleasant, State of Alaska, population 5000 or thereabouts.’
Up ahead there was a station wagon, off road, and stalled dead in its tracks. Thane went to take a closer look, wiping the fur trimmed goggles with his padded gloves. His eyes had the glint of mischievous youth. His smile was carefree and caring, but sad for you, since you didn’t possess the same potential.
‘The engine’s dead,’ said the middle-aged man, darting out of the vehicle.
His voice struggled to be heard over the howling wind.
‘How long have you been here?’ asked Thane.
‘Over an hour.’
The stranger’s thick tangled beard was as black as the sky, and the flaps of his hat were now pulled up over his ears.
‘At first I thought you were a mirage,’ said the man.
‘You weren’t going to survive the night, mister,’ said Thane.
The man smiled. ‘I knew someone would come. Are you religious, son?’
‘No.’
‘I hit something further down. Just came out of nowhere, like the storm,’ said the man.
The front grille of the station wagon was cracked open and, like his face, half covered in frost. His pale nose was hanging like an icicle, ready to snap off.
‘You’re not from these parts,’ said Thane.
‘You got me.’
His eyes were red, bloodshot. There was a look of regret in them, of choices gone wrong, chances and half chances slipped by.
They could see the faint lights of a town a few miles ahead, but not even the abominable snowman would have made it on foot in this blizzard.
Thane knelt to look at the damage, the knee of his padded snowsuit crunching in the snow. He barely scraped beneath the surface, but there was some blood, and a tuft of fur trapped in the grille.
‘Caribou,’ said Thane.
‘Maybe,’ and the man looked nervously towards the skies.
‘Look, we’d better get a move on,’ said Thane. ‘That’s if you want to hitch a ride?’
‘Hell yes.’ It was getting colder, freezing to his bones.
The man grabbed a bag from the station wagon, and after carefully checking the straps, slung it over his shoulders. The snowmobile sank into the snow as he climbed on board, frightened to let go of his saviour’s waist.
‘Where you headed?’ asked Thane, revving the engine.
‘Pleasant Dreams Hotel. You know it?’
‘Sure, my aunt owns the place.’
The engine was failing to turn, before their prayers were answered, though to different deities. The snowmobile lurched forwards, gliding on the carpet of snow.
***
‘What the devil’s got into you, Thane Daniels? Coming out on a night like this,’ said the woman.
He looked at the floor and murmured, ‘Caden.’
‘And judging by the look on your sorry face, she’s dumped you again,’ said Aunt Rose.
She wore a plain white pinafore. Her face was dowdy, gloomy almost, but it was a contradiction to her voice, sweet and sassy even for her years.
‘Hey don’t be too hard on the kid, Rose. If it wasn’t for him I’d be freezing my ...’
‘And you’re a fool too, looking for meteorites tonight of all nights.’
The man smiled at Thane.
‘Paulus Granger, meteorite hunter. Pleased to meet you,’ he said, offering his hand.
‘You’re a New Yorker,’ said Thane.
‘That’s right, you ever been?’
Paulus glanced out of the window at the sky, but not the storm that was beating at their door.
‘I’m studying medicine at Cornell,’ replied Thane.
Academia had killed his relationship. Neither willing to move, nor trust the other whilst they were apart.
Rose put two mugs of hot chocolate on the table. The hotel walls were panelled with cedar, and caribou heads looked down at them suspiciously. Rose had been a hunter too, it ran in the family blood.
‘You two might as well get acquainted,’ she said. ‘No one’s going anywhere tonight.’
The wind was kicking up a fuss, and the snow was shovelling itself against the walls. As the lights flickered, Rose slammed the front door bolts shut.
‘Who wants a pie heating up?’ she asked, and two hands shot up.
She’d been baking her meat pasties ever since Thane could remember. And no one ever got close enough to steal her secret recipe.
Under a paraffin lamp, Paulus emptied his rucksack onto the table; a few rocks tumbled out, and a revolver.
‘You’d better be careful with that,’ said Thane.
‘The safety’s on,’ said Paulus, quickly slipping it back in the bag.
‘Enjoy,’ said Rose, placing the steaming pies before them.
‘There was a meteorite shower last week,’ said Paulus, under Rose’s gaze. She liked a guy who packed a surprise.
The town had seen it, but none were as savvy as Paulus Granger.
‘That’s pretty,’ said Thane looking at the sparkling rock before him, the size of a golf ball.
‘Sure is, and worth a pretty sum,’ said Paulus, grinning.
It was a pallasite with splashes of olivine and peridot, the pick of the bunch.
‘Don’t tell the boy that,’ said Rose. ‘He might just give up med school.’ She pulled up a chair to take a closer look.
‘Stay glued to the blackboard kid,’ said Paulus, looking at Thane. ‘It’ll keep me going for another year, but that’s all.’
They reached for the cutlery with Aunt Rose smiling.

Chapter Two
‘What do you know about Paulus?’ asked Thane.
‘Only what he told you last night,’ replied Aunt Rose.
It was early morning, the blizzard had run its course, and Thane was in the kitchen having pancakes with maple syrup.
‘You gonna help me clear the snow this morning?’ asked Rose.
He didn’t answer.
‘You know the hotel’s full, thanks to that new prison,’ she said.
‘It’s going to be a hospital, Aunt Rose.’
‘Sure it is.’
The foundations of a psychiatric penitentiary were being laid fifteen miles out of town. The store owners were predicting a boom, the natives a bust.
Paulus’ heavy boots could be heard coming down the stairs. He was always the first guest up, the last to bed. He was in 12A, the highest of thirteen rooms.
‘Thane, get the man a coffee whilst I cook his eggs,’ said Rose.
‘Thanks again for last night,’ said Paulus.
‘What are you doing about the station wagon?’ asked Thane.
‘You know a garage?’
‘Sure, everyone knows Curly’s. He’s a bit temperamental, but the best mechanic for miles around.’
‘Make that the only mechanic for miles around,’ interjected Rose.
‘I’ll let him know,’ said Thane.
‘Will he find it?’ asked Paulus.
‘Mister we know this place better than ...,’ he looked at the back of his hand. ‘Your car’s at Falcons Nest, just behind the river crossing.’
Paulus wolfed down his breakfast, he wasn’t a man for chewing over things.
‘Rose, I’ll see you later,’ he said, and winked in her direction.
‘And where do you intend on going with no vehicle?’ she asked.
‘To the Viking museum.’
‘You think it’s real?’ scoffed Rose.
‘You don’t?’
‘Well, considering who found it, no I don’t.’
The museum custodian and owner, was no less than old Joe Gristle, charlatan and convicted con-man. But, if you took Joe’s word, whilst hunting grizzly bears he’d chanced upon a cave hiding Viking oars from a ship never recovered, although many searched. Add some bones, a two horned helmet, three shields, runes, a smattering of pottery, and you had yourself a local legend.
The helmet was a fake, poor Joe had seen too many movies, and led experts to doubt the rest. But that didn’t stop him building a shrine, and charging a handsome price for admission. He’d even added period manikins, though none could reveal how Vikings had made it this far.
Paulus headed for the door with Thane close on his heels.
‘Where are you going, young fellow?’ Rose shouted after him.
‘Curly’s, best to get the wagon before another storm blows in.’
Rose shook her head. Her hair was red and matched her lips. She was a widow, and tried to keep herself merry. She didn’t just make the guests beds, sometimes she slept in them.
‘I hope you’re working a lot harder at University, my boy. Maybe when you come back a doctor, Caden will take another look at you, unless she gets herself pregnant and hitched by then.’
Thane slammed the door shut.
***
The coffee was surprisingly good, and hot, although his interest soon ran cold. A framed local newspaper announced the mystery find, and there was a photo of Joe Gristle, though not outside the treasure trove; he had a rifle in his hand and a bear underfoot.
Paulus put a dollar