Awarwan, an alien god from younger aeons. He breathes life in Matthew Sawyer’s Pazuzu Trilogy.
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What is the Ninth
May 20, 2012
The Ninth is my Ninth Revision of my Pazuzu Trilogy. I said not more than a few weeks ago I had no plans to write these books again, then I merely changed the opening sentence… The Pazuzu Trilogy still begins in the Preface, now with the words -
“Rage makes the priest’s fat hands quiver.”
I know some readers are grateful I finally escaped using the the word “Outrage” forthright. That itself was a minor change. The Pazuzu Trilogy is intact and it’s the same tale, but there are obvious changes. I brag and say the story reads “like the wind.” It does, I beg readers to enjoy the bleak story. Someone I know said it looks professional. He may have just said that, because he often says what he thinks people like. Nevertheless, driven by passion and pride for my work, I am very pleased. Undoubtedly, there are typos that have escaped me. Alas, if readers would only try reading me again and point at my arrogant flaws, I’d correct those post-haste.
This Ninth Revision is what I tried to do – and failed – with my third and fourth revisions. In those revisions, I tried to convert the original Pazuzu story into one told in an Active Voice. I pushed and rushed myself and typos and grammar errors vexed me to no end. I eventually surrendered and went back to the original manuscripts.
The fifth through eighth revision of my Pazuzu Trilogy return to the Passive Voice present in the original manuscript. They were scrubbed and preserve the significant additions I had made in subsequent revisions. I was quite happy with the eighth – it’s refined and told in a Passive Voice. That doesn’t attract readers, which is ultimately my goal.
The Ninth Revision comes back to the goal I had for the third – an epic tale told in an Active Voice. If you’ve tossed my ebooks aside because you were frustrated by my stubbornness, please try me again. This revision is for all of you – you haters. C’mon, I’m trying to tell this story…
These books also have new covers. The Ninth Revision specifically displays the silhouette of a two-faced Pazuzu splattered with the blood of Awarwan – an alien god and the demon’s nemesis.
There’s gimmick at play in the images – the blood drops and the pairs of wings number the order of the book in the trilogy. For instance, the cover of Pazuzu Manifestation – the first book in the trilogy – displays one drop and a single pair of wings. I hope that helps visually-minded folks keep the books straight!
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A Bent Nose and Crooked Mind
February 21, 2012I was in a major accident in 2007. I don’t remember any of it – any of the accident, that day or the three debilitated weeks after. I was told I had been crossing a street near my neighborhood in Sunland, California on Mother’s Day, May 13th. A white Toyota pickup truck had struck me and sent me into a downtown Los Angeles trauma hospital. A police report confirmed when and where I had been kicked into the air, and who had been driving the vehicle. A witness saw and recalled the event for the police, but I have no memory. Strange, when I remember people telling me about the day, I imagine the truck was red. Here is what the vehicle did to me …
Besides hurting my pride, the accident inflected a subarachnoid hemorrhage brain injury. I was told I was lucky I survived. Still, all I know when I awoke is that I had trouble walking and my nose had been pressed toward the left side of my face. I thought then I needed to get fixed. I’ve always been influenced by ancient, lofty superstitions and I recalled the Scottish stories of the Clan MacLennan and the angsty fate of the deformed Crotair MacGilligorm. Because my own witch’s mark, I elected for surgery in 2008 with the money I had received in settlement for the accident.
I awoke from the strictly cosmetic and elective rhinoplasty with more bruises than I remember I had three weeks after the accident. People tell me I had been in horrible shape – with my head puffed and shaved with metal hoses sticking out and leaking blood. During recovery from the plastic surgery, I recalled I had written the first half of my Pazuzu Trilogy in 2005 and had never done anything with the manuscript. Feeling better, I forgot about it again until I moved back to my home town in Monroe, Wisconsin.
Although nose jobs seem child’s play in Southern California, a very skilled and recognized surgeon in Burbank accomplished exactly as I had anticipated. The man straightened my face and hid the diabolism of the story I had written. As I stated, the original first half of the trilogy slept until I returned to Wisconsin in 2008. There, I had been rejected by dozens of publishers and agents. I self-published my story with LuLu.
Suddenly desperate to tell this story before I died – a reality reinforced upon strangely numb reflection – I published my story despite the conscious, excessive shortcomings of my original drafts. I even went so far and paid to have that manuscript professionally edited at Llumina, which is a relationship that soured because I lost faith in the rather pricey POD publishing house. The story has definitely changed since that ragged year.
I’ve said so before, and I know a good many of you don’t believe me, but I’ve completed the Pazuzu story and have completely rewritten the tale Eight different times. I’ve got other stories, I’d love readers to discover, but this is my passion. This is the illustrated root of my horrible mythology. My Pazuzu Trilogy is an epic story and I hope many, many readers find me and agree.
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Unction – the Unpublished Third Revision
November 26, 2011Unction, the third revision of my icky horror story in a Sunland California neighborhood, is complete. This story was originally written directly after Gaunt Rainbow. It reflects my first attempt bringing my Pazuzu Trilogy theme and undertones into the “real-world.” At the beginning, I wasn’t happy I didn’t dive further into Sergeant Suffolk’s work with the LAPD. After the last revision, I think the sacrifice works and helps the story move along. In any case, Unction is not Officer Jim Suffolk’s story – this is a story about evil versus evil and law enforcement in this horror tale is a victim of circumstances.
The manuscript will tour publishers and I hope someone finally bites! This is my third unpublished book that eschews a fantasy setting and promotes my underlying Mortui Philosophies. The placement in California had been selected before I wrote short stories about the horrors in Wister Town Wisconsin and poked my nose around the state and the rest of the USA.
This story is told in third-person but the Epilogue at the end of Unction is an excerpt from a Medical Technician’s diary. Bill Rogers writes in first person. He discusses, with himself, the collateral, leftover undead at the Los Angeles morgue. His note is the only thing readers will ever know about the missing and late Mr. Rogers. – Enjoy! -
(Excerpt from the diary of Bill Rogers, Los Angeles County Medical Examiner. Reported missing by the apartment manager February 11, 2011)
“I thought about including the results of surgical probes in my diary but that seemed excessive. The facts speak for themselves. These people didn’t eat, sleep or breathe. Their hearts did not beat. Critical organs, so important in life, seemed vestigial in undeath. The heart, lungs and brain can be pierced, crushed and torn without impairing the function of these living dead people. The third body brought to the morgue exemplified the punishment the undead survived.
The dead old woman had every major bone in her body broken twice over. She couldn’t move a finger nor did she scream in pain. The woman only stared at me with those tacky, dead eyes rolling in their sockets until I turned her head the other direction. Even then, I heard the rolling orbs smack when they pulled free from dry, membranous eyelids. The sound echo inside the autopsy room.
All three living corpses had similar injuries to their skulls; the cranium had been punctured six times, of which four of the holes had been set on a line from the center of the forehead toward the top of the skull. Two other holes were hammered into either side of the skull. One woman had earned a seventh hole between her eyes.
The cerebellum had been penetrated by a foreign object thrust completely through the brain. The injuries are assumed inflicted after death, or what has been termed pre-resurrection. This span encompasses the victim’s life prior the shut-down of every organ and the corpse standing again. The whole procedure appears a primitive and ignorant lobotomy.
The hole between the woman’s eyes produced especially interesting, if not sickening, evidence. Exploratory inspection of the wound produced what later tested to be human semen. The other subjects will also commence testing and we’ll determine if their brains also contain semen.
Collecting samples from the third resurrected victim may be difficult due to the amount of brain that remains. She appeared severely mangled post mortem. The woman’s head was split open and she now loses her brain whenever she’s moved. Even when that is gone, the woman still moves as if controlled externally. Her corpse is like a marionette on invisible strings. I don’t know what controls her or any of them; their mind react near the capacity of a reptile’s.
The bodies of the zombies do process food. They didn’t create and store energy. The undead burn whatever energy they had gained living then finally fell lifeless. I guess that is what killed them all officially the second time. Experiments have begun and we’ll assess if the spent corpses can be recharged and return to life. Electricity has no effect.
Likewise, reproducing the injuries and injecting semen into measured locations of the brain of a random corpse had no effect. The corpse failed to rise. Those first experiments were hasty. We must go back and look at the original corpses. Those three bodies the police possessed need more thorough testing, even if they’ve stopped moving.
This diary originated not because of the obviously shocking phenomenon of life after death, but rather what has become of my own mind. My witness of demonic evidence has imperiled me. I am convinced there are malicious forces fighting for my soul. They talk to me, not with words but rather images and urges. I feel neither is good and one side is more evil than the other. I don’t know which.
The forces did not come until I looked into those reeking cavities oozing brains. I then knew there was no God, only primordial forces. Those forces themselves told me they had slept until new gods arrived.
The New Gods have traveled a web that crosses the cosmos and travels further still. The primordial forces are pitted against each other, deciding whether we accept these alien pretenders. Both sides solicit me against the other.
At the same time, they make me doubt all I perceive. I forget the voices then I remember. The forces try to keep their secret, they know the next step in evolution. Human beings will transcend the mortal body and exist as pure energy, the soul itself. The living dead had clung onto their souls just a little longer than required. But they delivered insight into God’s plan before He abandoned mankind.
Even the forces deny proof all we have witnessed and compel me. They say I must destroy everything we’ve documented, but our work will continue. We will find the energy of the soul.
A being of light and energy is the thing God meant for us to become, not let mankind wallow as pupal human beings. Mankind itself will finish God’s work. If there is a mantle of divinity available, a human being will assume it.
No actual evidence of demons was left behind, although amateur pictures and video remain. All of that media is on the Internet and now permanent. Demons had roamed the skies of Los Angeles until a rain that night they arrived chased them back into Hell. The fiends took their dead with them, but demons did come to LA. Thousands of people had seen them in the flesh.
Millions more viewers across the world witnessed the monsters on live video both on the television and streamed the Internet. The presence of the demonic presented proof the divine did exist. That knowledge granted evolution and power. Mankind will learn and command demons, exactly had the new gods. One day, as human beings discover the energy of the soul, mankind will command those beings, too. I will be their master and we no longer their pawns.”
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My Latest Creepy Story – The Betulha Dohrman Legacy
November 15, 2011I’ve just finished my latest horror novel, “The Betulha Dohrman Legacy.” I’m cobbling a full synopsis and looking for a publisher, but I’m anxious this tale soon appeals to a broad range of book-buying readers. My character, Janet Drays, grew up in Wister Town Wisconsin. She is overly familiar with the plague of chimeras that invaded her hometown when the Witch’s house, from my previous novel called “Debbie’s Hellmouth,” walked away. The supernatural house is the only connection the stories share and is, itself, an attribute of a whole otherworldly mythology (my Mortui Philosophies).
(more below my working book cover)
The evening The Betulha Dohrman Legacy begins, Janet Drays re-experiences drama with friends that she has avoided all summer. Janet is an avowed man-hater who talks only about monsters – physically real and gross monsters. She lives alone in a one bedroom apartment working a Customer Support hotline for the city of Elkhorn Wisconsin. Janet grew up in nearby Wister Town Wisconsin and is overly familiar with the plague of chimeras that invaded her hometown when the Witch’s house, from my story “Debbie’s Hellmouth,” walked away.
Truthfully, Janet had stopped hanging-out with her friends because they harassed her whenever she opened her mouth – and they are obviously alcoholics. After avoiding them and sitting at home all summer, she becomes frustrated researching her genealogy. Janet first speaks with her mother, whom she lovingly visits every weekend, then joins her malcontent girlfriends for a spoiled night-out in the suburb of Delavan, Wisconsin.
After experiencing again a typical night of drama and trouble with her friends, Janet pursues a direction one of her friends, Tracy, had pointed toward while they drank and talked. Janet joins an online genealogy website Tracy had recommended. That visit to the website leads to an email from a Customer Service Representative – Bob.
Bob claims he has information pertaining to Janet’s family history. He reveals they are related and they are living descendants of the woman who owned the Witch’s House. When Bob meets Janet, diabolic plots in hidden agendas begin. He wants to claim the property, but needs someone who will help him gain possession. Janet refuses Bob outright, so he preys on her friends.
I hope readers enjoy the story soon!
Matthew Sawyer
