Spotted this little doozy of an article over the weekend and thought Pareidolia readers would get a kick.
“Researchers also studied people who said they had experienced physical effects from encounters with the objects and examined them for any physiological changes.”
Come on.
Continue readingEnjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
MARCUS
Society Hill, Philadelphia | Tuesday August 1st, 2000
I’m crossing the hallway to check out another room when I hear Mandy’s voice from downstairs. It’s not pitched or raised, but there’s an unmistakable urgency in it.
I rush to the lower level. They’re in the living room, only there’s three of them now. Mandy, Daryl, and someone else.
The third person is Balero.
Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
ZEKE
Downtown Philadelphia | Tuesday August 1st, 2000
I’ve just explained to Todd that Leah, her father, and probably Courtney are by now probably all sitting in small dark respective rooms with two-way mirrors, bad coffee, and cat-and-canary-smile-wearing feds. Todd’s hunched over on his knees, leaning off the edge of the bench. Looks like he’s about to puke. He doesn’t say anything for a while, then manages to get two words out.
Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
MARCUS
Society Hill, Philadelphia | Tuesday August 1st, 2000
We get to the top of the stairs and Mandy just sort of stands there and looks around, eyebrows raised, listening. Daryl’s a few steps behind us, frozen mid-step. Why are we being so quiet?
Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
MARCUS
Society Hill, Philadelphia | Tuesday August 1st, 2000
Holy shit, I was right—I’m definitely in the wrong line of work. Fucking Society Hill? I guess I didn’t look too closely at the address before I left. The cab still feels like a tiny submarine, so I definitely made the right call to not drive.
Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
ZEKE
University City, Philadelphia | Tuesday August 1st, 2000
I flip my cell phone shut, pull back into traffic, and nearly get creamed by a delivery truck making a last-minute turn into a service road.
God fucking dammit, Marcus. I’m out here busting my balls in a 100° car with no A/C, on my way to track down a guy with no name who might be dying as we speak, and you’re chilling at home getting stoned. Nice. I hope whoever Mandy is has more luck putting up with your bullshit than I do.
Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
MARCUS
Northwest Philadelphia | Tuesday August 1st, 2000
Not sure exactly how this whole apologizing to her father thing is going to go. Uh, yes—hello, sir. I very badly want to bone your daughter, and I’m sorry for leading you on what must be the strangest chase in either of our lives, and for whatever the hell else it was that happened to you while we were out there, world without end, amen. Are we good?
Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
MANDY
Society Hill, Philadelphia | Tuesday August 1st, 2000
I’m at my laptop in the library confirming my flight back to Chicago when I hear a thud coming from what sounds like the kitchen. Daryl and I both look up. There’s another thud, and the unmistakable clink of dinnerware.
Within seconds we’re on our feet and running into the kitchen and there’s Balero, in all his glory.
Enjoy this excerpt from my first novel, Pareidolia. The premise is available here, and the table of contents can be found here.
MARCUS
Powelton Village, Philadelphia | Tuesday August 1, 2000
And so—Really? We’re actually doing this?—we pile in Roland’s limo, all six of us, and head for the goddamn zoo. The stifling, suffocating awkwardness of Zeke’s apartment is now occupying an even smaller space and is on wheels. Courtney makes some comment about this is not how she imagined her next limo ride would go, and Zeke won’t stop sighing. Otherwise it’s quiet. Painfully, horribly quiet.
Jason Herrboldt 