Pauly Hart

Adelphoi Pauly Hart

Some stories are of daffodils and butterflies. Others stories are of fungus and maggots. We live for the stories that make us feel the sun on our face. However, there is tale and myth that have not this quality. Stories of the dark Nephillim, locked in their granite cages, slick with the sweat of terror. Their story lies within the asbestos chalk that forms in your mind before screaming. Their story is the jump when you wake from falling. They are the sons of their fallen fathers, from the same womb as our proud race... Pale in the sun, afraid of the light. They wait, sharpening fang and claw to devour those unaware of their proposed feast. The brother of man, the terror of the night. Their story must be known. Adelphoi is a form of the Greek word: "adelphos" which simply means: "my brother" but more literally means: "progeny of my mother's womb." Explore with me the offspring of a tainted man, those creatures mentioned only by dim candlelight in the dusty apartments of those who dare read such stories. Be it vampire or cyber-man other such rough beast, there is a story in this collection for you.