04/04/2026 COVER REVEAL: GRAVE TERRAIN

May I present GRAVE TERRAIN?

This will be a novel that follows the journey of our female main character across a desolate landscape where what remains dwells in the dust of the dead.

This is my current Story in Progress project on Patreon. Every Sunday, all patrons get the next installment, raw and unedited, exactly as I wrote it that morning. At the end of the project, all patrons get the fully revised eBook and/or physical copy. Join the Patreon at the link below to follow along.

Cover design by the always incredible Don Noble of Rooster Republic.

Patreon Link:

UNCOMFORTABLY DARK HORROR | Patreon

Patreon Contest- NAME THE MAIN CHARACTER

*Since I did not get many responses on the patron yet for the name contest, I am opening it up to fans, followers, and subscribers.

My main character needs a name. Read her description below and choose accordingly. Leave your pick in the comments.

Her Details:

She is mixed race. She is fierce in many ways, deeply broken in others. Is she a villain or is she a saint? Only the journey will tell all.

OPENING CHAPTER TO GRAVE TERRAIN.

Prologue

War. Death. Destruction. Mankind had finally brought about the end of days, the end of civilization, of order and of humanity. Survival was the only thing left for those that remained.

Chapter 1 - Silent Observer

I stood on the top of what was once a majestic skyscraper, now a mountain of twisted steel and wire, tons upon tons of broken concrete, and shattered glass. It was no longer a modern building rising above the horizon, but the heap of rubble still created an impressive observation point. Plumes of smoke dotted the gray sky above, adding darker gray and swirls of black to the already bleak sky.

What was left of the broken city stretched out for miles all around my lookout. Piles of rubble were strewn up and down what once were city blocks; parts of vehicles, buildings and people, were now disintegrating and decomposing into a new horrific landscape that defied definition.

Before the wars, this city was most likely thriving, filled with people, with commerce, and the promise of fame and fortune. Bright lights, neon signs, storefront displays filled with all manner of enticing "must have" items. Food trucks, police cars, taxis, Uber's and many other vehicles swarming the roads, while masses of people hurried along their way, all trying to look important and chic, while dodging city busses and the beggars on every corner.

Humanity going about its day, daily routines, meetings, appointments and business deals to be done. Deadlines to meet, phone calls to make, children to feed, lunches to make, play dates, church groups, support groups and dinner with friends; all the routines of a civilized society, brought to its knees with one wrong decision.

War wreaked havoc across the globe, billions dead, cities destroyed, a few million survivors trying to struggle through famine, sickness, radiation poisoning and their fellow man, all looking for shelter or food for a night or two.

I shook my head to clear the sudden flood of memories, sighing heavily as I started to make my way down from my perch, rubble beneath my feet sending up little plumes of dust. My black cloak billowed around me, as my long hair was swept back from my face with a sudden gust of wind. The black scarf covering my face did little to filter the dust and ash from the air or to remove the foul stench of death and rotting flesh.

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