CRYERS complete first volume on sale June 18th at half price!
Part Five will be available for download on June 18! It's been a hard and deadly journey for the runaways from Burn, and could you imagine a more fitting place for this first CRYERS story to end other than Big Hole? 
And if you haven't been reading CRYERS in parts, you can pick up the complete story in one volume! CRYERS (parts 1-5) will also be available on June 18! It will be regularly priced at $3.99, but will be $1.99 for the first three days of publication, June 18-20! 
From Part Five: Return to Big Hole
Gertie grunted and looked over the town where she’d been born, raised for a short time, and raped repeatedly. It had taught her plenty. She’d learned how to screw in Rudd. It was where she had schooled in hating and killing. She loathed it, but deep down inside her rotted soul was a part looking forward to returning one last time.
Her remaining children were clustered around her like ticks clinging to a host. They were watching the town, feeding off Gertie’s need for revenge and the cold taste of her hate. Most were waiting, some were sleeping. A few were eating the remains of a pack of howlers they’d come across halfway between the forested hills of home and Rudd. Others were ****ing quietly in the dirt, doing their part to repopulate old Dirty’s family.
Gertie regarded those she could see in the moonlight, scraping that one green tooth of hers against the wet scab of upper lip. There were less than fifty of them left, but those that remained were young and fast. They were the ones equipped with spears, and bows and arrows.
“We’ll give ‘em a fight they won’t soon forget,” she mumbled. “”Or we’ll die tryin’.”
Boy showed her his toothless smile. “I love you, Ma.”
And if you haven't been reading CRYERS in parts, you can pick up the complete story in one volume! CRYERS (parts 1-5) will also be available on June 18! It will be regularly priced at $3.99, but will be $1.99 for the first three days of publication, June 18-20! From Part Five: Return to Big HoleGertie grunted and looked over the town where she’d been born, raised for a short time, and raped repeatedly. It had taught her plenty. She’d learned how to screw in Rudd. It was where she had schooled in hating and killing. She loathed it, but deep down inside her rotted soul was a part looking forward to returning one last time.
Her remaining children were clustered around her like ticks clinging to a host. They were watching the town, feeding off Gertie’s need for revenge and the cold taste of her hate. Most were waiting, some were sleeping. A few were eating the remains of a pack of howlers they’d come across halfway between the forested hills of home and Rudd. Others were ****ing quietly in the dirt, doing their part to repopulate old Dirty’s family.
Gertie regarded those she could see in the moonlight, scraping that one green tooth of hers against the wet scab of upper lip. There were less than fifty of them left, but those that remained were young and fast. They were the ones equipped with spears, and bows and arrows.
“We’ll give ‘em a fight they won’t soon forget,” she mumbled. “”Or we’ll die tryin’.”
Boy showed her his toothless smile. “I love you, Ma.”
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