Title: The Grim Spectre
Author: Ralph L. Angelo Jr.
Publication Date: December 4, 2015
Genre: Crime Fiction
1937, the world on the brink of war. But in the city of Riverburgh, NY forty miles north of Manhattan there was a different kind of war brewing, it was a war of survival for the common man. A war against the gangsters and thugs who ruled the streets and against the corrupt politicians who turned a blind eye to the evil that ran rampant in Riverburgh.
In a city where everyone had given up hope and cried to the heavens for a savior, a savior had arrived. But was he heaven sent or a monster from hell? A grim, skull faced being who glowed with a terrible brightness. A monstrous creature who wielded twin .45 caliber pistol’s with a deadly and practiced aim, as well as strange and frightening powers that matched his terrible glowing eyes.
But would even the terrible Grim Spectre be a match for the forces the gang lord Phylo Zeus unleashed against him? Even if he was, would The Grim Spectre be able to withstand the attacks of the corrupt Mayor and his police force that dogged his every move? Caught between the twin forces of darkness encompassing the small city of Riverburgh, was The Grim Spectre too little, too late? Or can the supernatural avenger somehow defeat his many foes on both sides of the law while caught between the teeth of their vise of greed and corruption?
Find out within the pages of the New Pulp adventure, ‘The Grim Spectre.’ by Ralph L. Angelo Jr.
1937, the small city of Riverburgh, forty miles north of New York City up the Hudson…
“Benny! Benny! Yeah it’s me, I gotta talk to ya. Somethin’ just happened Benny, somethin’ bad. I was in ‘Little Nicky’s’ knockin’ back a few wit’ the boys. The place was packed an’ the smoke in there, it was like pea soup-it was a good night. When the door busts open, like someone kicked it in, hard! An’ standin’ there in the doorway, framed in th’ moonlight is this guy in a trench coat an’ slouch hat. An’ he’s lookin’ down, like at th’ floor or somethin’. Waddaya mean how could I tell? His hat was pointin’ down, like his whole head was starin’ at th’ floor, that’s how! Anyway, an this is the weird part, his trench coat was blowin’ in from behind, like he was in the wind, but there weren’t no breeze blowin’ Benny. There was nothin’. So’s Big Mack, the bartender, shouts ‘Hey! You comin’ in or stayin out? Yer lettin’ all the flies out.’ An’ all the mooks, they start laughin’.
“But this guy? He ain’t havin’ none o’ it. He just stands there starin’. Then finally after everyone in the whole friggin’ place stops talkin’ an’ is all starin’ at the door this guy raises his head, and his face is still in the shadow o’ the hat mind ya, but he starts to talk, an’ in this voice like death over ice says ‘Where is Joey DeLuca?’ That’s all he says, at least at first. Guys start grumblin’ an’ angrily mutterin’ to themselves when he says it again, this time so loud mugs o’ beer shatter all around the bar, I swear Benny, it was like a crack o’ thunder, ‘WHERE IS JOEY DeLUCA?’ he says.
About the Author
Ralph L. Angelo Jr., recipient of the 2014 ‘New Pulp Award’ for ‘Best New Author’ has written novels in the Sci-Fi/Space Opera, Sword and Sorcery, Epic Fantasy and New Pulp as well as non-fiction genre’s. Ralph has also written various stories in anthologies for different publishers in the New Pulp genre as well. In his spare time Ralph is an avid motorcyclist, skier, guitar player and martial artist. All of Ralph’s books can be found at http://RLAngeloJr.com