My blood kills cancer. Yep, that's right. The big bad C word that scares just about everyone these days. My blood kills it. Dead. Dead Kennedy's invitation to the White House dead. Disappointed George Romero dead. Doesn't matter what type of cancer. It quickly finds itself outmaneuvered, surrounded, and mercilessly crushed by an iron-red phalanx.Just a few drops of my blood drops mind you, and miracles start happening. Time to get my parents back, but to do that I need to raise a l...

Kidnapped: The Phalanx Blood Series, Part I is a science fiction novella written by Bruce E. Arrington. Bernard lived a fairly comfortable life; one you might expect to enjoy when your family is comfortably middle class, and your parents are both professionals. His parents thought they were teaching him to give back when they began pushing for him to give blood. They even hosted a blood drive in his honor on his sixteenth birthday, making it pretty darned difficult for him to avoid...

Over A Barrel: The Phalanx Blood Series, Part 2 is a young adult thriller novella written by Bruce E. Arrington. Time usually seems to go much too slowly when you’re sixteen, but for Bernard the last ten weeks or so had flown by with nightmarish speed. It all started with him agreeing to his parents’ request to donate blood for his birthday, in exchange for some very cool gear, but that simple act instantly morphed into a crazed media event when his blood was discovered to cure can...

My blood kills cancer.Yep, you read that right. The big bad C-word that scares just about everyone these days. My blood kills it. Dead. Dead Kennedys' invitation to the White House dead. Disappointed George Romero dead. Doesn't matter what type of cancer. It quickly finds itself outmaneuvered, surrounded, and mercilessly crushed by an iron-red phalanx. Just a few drops of my blood - drops mind you, and miracles start happening.I'm settled but not satisfied. I'm supposed to ...

Adamic is the language of the Gods. When spoken, it has the power to create worlds, to raise the dead, to make man as God. Fortunately, no one has spoken it in thousands of years. The only remnants are the written spells.The people of Cavernum depend on these spells. They’re etched into the city walls, fending off the feeders—deadly creatures with a thirst for human blood. They kill and consume any caught beyond the walls. Yet for the lower class, Cavernum isn’t mu...