You Morbid Westphal

✍ Scribed by Rage, Steven

• Book ID: 107799582
• Publisher: Booksurge Llc
• Year: 2009
• Tongue: English
• Weight: 71 KB
• Category: Fiction

✦ Synopsis

Review

_I was verily disgusted and appalled by this piece of "Morbid" and I am certain that this was the author's intent. It takes a sincerely sick, drug-addled, putrified brain to come up with a world-view this demented._ --nuff b. ess

A wonderful step forward in Rage's career
You Morbid Westphal is very highly recommended and a real treat for anyone who enjoys their fiction warped to breaking point and smeared in blood.
--Matthew Revert (Melbourne, Australia)

An Unholy Trinity
Rage is incredibly creative and talented. All of the graphic, disturbing and gruesome imagery Rage demonstrated his prowess at in the first book return in this offering.
--Todd A. Fonseca (Minneapolis, MN)

The Reverend Rage Hath Come
_The story is so eloquently presented that you're straight in it for the whole nail-biting ride. It's masterful. Dark, beautiful, bizarro, and insightful--The Reverend does brilliantly.
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--Kevin Shamel (Pacific Northwest)

Fuel yourself with RAGE
But beware, because underneath the everyman persona, Steven Rage is one sick man. The evidence of his twisted mind is You Morbid Westphal, a brutal noir tale of drugs and demons.
--David W Barbee (Georgia, USA)

Product Description

WELCOME TO HARBORSIDE DISTRICT HOSPITAL... ..where three of a kind have come to live, work and kill. Born whole from the rectum of a dying patient, Morbid silently stalks the hospital's hallways, heinously dispatching the most helpless of patients and in the most painfully repulsive of manners. In the meantime, in order to pay for his family and home that includes his ghost step-father Sammy and his pet aborted fetus Chip, Westphal has to ingest mounds of dangerous narcotics to get through his night shifts. Barely hanging on to his Care Tech gig by his fingernails, the last thing Westphal needs is to be accused of Morbid's evil deeds. You, on the other hand, simply want to find some solace. Terminally ill from a virulent infection, and dependent on Life Support, all You beg for a peaceful and dignified demise. Shirk has other plans for You. The ancient drug-snuffling demon makes You relive all of your deadly and venial sins as he tortures You. Night after night. Until eternal Damnation begins for YOU MORBID WESTPHAL, yet again.