by John Burks
Albert Einstein was half right when he said World War IV would be fought with sticks and stones. What the scientist could not have known, however, was that those rocks would be teleported driven bombs.
Tattoos, Blood, and Tony Lamas
After months of hiding out in the South Texas bush, with nothing but cows and his old dog Scooter to keep him company, all Cross Cain wanted was a hot meal, a smile from a pretty lady, and enough gas to get his old Jeep down the road just a little bit further. But as was often the case with the occasional good guy and frequent outlaw, trouble had a way of finding him whether he wanted it or not.
At Miss Melody's Diner, a greasy spoon in the middle of Nowhere, Oklahoma, Cross thinks he's found not only the hot meal, but the smile from a pretty lady named Summer. Her skin is a living canvas of ink, an eclectic collection of tattoos writing a story that Cross, after so long in the bush, is all too willing to read.
When the diner is besieged by dark forces intent on ripping the patrons limb from limb, Cross springs into action, intent on protecting Summer from the ghostly apparitions that appear to be hell bent on taking her back to the grave with them. But who are the ghosts really after? Who is the victim and who is the aggressor? And why do Summer's tattoos move like that?
