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The morning was every which way wrong because that door didn't
open as it should to admit a figure with a smiling face. A
comfortingly familiar figure that brought his food.
The sense of wrongness wouldn't leave. Because instead of
birdsong and the soothing hum of voices in the hallway an odd
silence dominated his world. The child reached out for the
reassuring presence of the bars around his bed. It took a
moment to find them because this blackness getting in the way
of his eyes meant he couldn't see the sheltering frame around
his mattress that kept him safe. Nevertheless, his newly-born
fingers found the smooth bars soon enough.
"Ah?" Although he couldn't yet frame the sound into a coherent
word he succeeded in adding the rising inflection so it
sounded like a question. Ah? Ah?" What's happening? Again, he
couldn't articulate theconfusion, but the sounds he made were
infused with the note of asking what had gone wrong with the
What could he do? Maybe if he waited long enough the friendly
blue sky would return to his window. Then not long after that
the smiling face would appear to feed him. After all, this is
what he'd always known. It was beyond his understanding to
imagine circumstances would ever change.
Then he did hear. It was a sound loud enough to startle him.
He'd heard a door slam before. That bang he'd just heard was
bit like the slam of a door. Only it had been a lot, LOT
It happened again-that bang. But before the sound he'd heard a
scream. It had been at such a volume that it made him flinch.
The bang came again ... and again ... then a voice that shrieked,
No!" Another slam echoed down the hallway. So many slamming
doors ... Only they didn't really sound exactly the same as a
door crashing shut. Just as the morning being all wrong, there
was a pervading wrongness about that sound, too. Quickly, he
reached out a hand, grabbed the bars and pulled himself into a
sitting position. No sooner had he accomplished that than the
door burst open. With it came a spill of brilliant light,
followed by a figure he recognized. It was the happy lady that
brought him his food. Only this time there was no smile. Her
eyes were very wide; the expression on her face alarmed him.
For some reason she wore a pair of hands on each shoulder. Was
this a funny thing intended to make him laugh? But her
expression frightened him. Especially the way her normally
friendly eyes stared at him. And the hands on her shoulders
belonged to arms that pulled her back through the doorway
(though she didn't want to go).
He heard her shouting, Don't hurt him! Whatever you do don't
hurt him ... he's not like the rest. Do you hear. He's not like
the rest - he's different!"
She'd only been gone for a moment when he heard the sound like
a slammed door. After that, he didn't hear her voice.
With the door part way open light flooded into his room. He
could clearly see the frame around his bed and his sun hat on
its peg. A smell also reached him. A spiky smell, which made
him so uneasy that he climbed over the bars that enclosed his
bed. His feet pit-pattered on the tiled floor as he scampered
to the door to find out what was making all that sound.
A word without meaning. Blood ... blood ... blood ... it ran through
his mind like music. He couldn't link the word with all that
red stuff on the walls and floor, and the red juice that
poured from the crevice in his feeder's shoulders where her
neck had been. Her head, he noticed, lay near his feet. Its
eyes wide open.
Uh." She always looked at him when he made that sound.
Uh-uh." So why didn't she look at him today? He crouched down
to touch his feeder's face. The red juice transferred itself
from her to his finger.
Uh." A sense of profound sadness engulfed him. It was if the
darkness beyond his window had somehow found itself into his
body. Why didn't the lady move? Why had her head moved away
from her body?
Dead, dead, dead ... That had no meaning either, yet it set up a
chanting resonance inside his head. The sense of internal
darkness intensified. For a while his eyes locked on the still
face of the lady. Dead, dead, dead ...
Uh!" He pushed the head with his knuckle. It rolled over so
it faced away from him. Trembling now, he rose to his feet.
Instinct drove him to find other people. He pictured smiling
faces and knew the reassurance such faces would bring. The
hallway was empty apart from the lady. There were sounds,
however, coming from the far end where there were a pair of
doors. Even though he wasn't strong and not yet sure of his
balance he managed to reach the entrance by supporting himself
with the wall.
Unlike the hallway this big room was full of people. For a
moment he watched because what took place had no meaning for
him. Men and women sat on a line of chairs in the centre of
the room. More men in gray clothes walked along the seated
people and they placed a big fat red necklace over each head.
Then the men in gray moved back to the wall.
So this is where the sound of slamming doors comes from. He
watched without any reaction as a blossom of flame erupted
from each necklace. Then, one after another, the seated people
fell off their chairs, and just like the feeder-lady their
heads came away from their bodies.
Blood, blood, blood ...
They no longer moved.
Dead, dead, dead ...
Again, those words without meaning swam through his mind. And
when he watched the men in gray who hurried another group of
people forward to sit in the same chairs another strange word
infiltrated his mind: Soldiers.
Still too weak to do anything but watch he witnessed a second
batch of men and women in pajamas decapitated by red necklaces
of high explosive. The torn, bloody bodies formed mounds on
the floor. The men in gray shouted to another group to hurry
in. Each seated individual was garlanded with a red tube
around their necks.
Didn't they know what would happen to them? There were no
words at his disposal to shout a warning but a forceful, UH!"
burst from his lips.
The men in gray noticed him now. One of them carried a
stick-like object. He pointed it at a lady in white who was
dressed the same as a feeder. The man ordered her to perform
She came forward to take the child's arm. She smiled like his
feeder-lady who now lay back in the hallway. In that soothing
way she said, You come with me. I want you to sit with the
She's terrified. Her mouth is bleeding. They've beaten her ...
This time the words appeared to form some connection. They
made him anxious. Rather than these events being inexplicable,
and having nothing to do with him, suddenly he was part of all
this. Instead of walking obediently with the lady as he would
do normally he stopped dead.
Please, child." She gently pulled at his arm, We have to sit
in these chairs for the men." She smiled, yet her eyes
glittered with tears. I'll sit next to you and make sure
you're all right."
What's the hold-up?" one of the men barked.
Nothing, he's coming," she told him. He'll do as I say."
Men in gray yanked the red necklaces down onto those already
seated. They were pliant and accepting ...
... when they should be refusing to do this. Don't they know
what the necklaces will do to them ... The words began to assume
meaning now. This isn't right. The men in gray are hurting
these people ... He tried to tell the feeder lady this, but all
that came from his mouth was, Uh ... rrr"
I told you to make the bastard sit down." This came as an
angry shout from one soldier. He lifted the stick-shaped thing
and struck the feeder-lady on the side of the head. Her smile
melted as the pain blasted through her.
Your turn, handsome."
The child realized that a thick red necklace had been dragged
down over his head to encircle his neck.
Do the nurse as well," called another of the soldiers.
The lady pressed her lips together to stop herself from crying
as a soldier slammed the red loop over her head. No ... this is
wrong. He knew he was too weak to stop the soldier but he
tried anyway. He raised both his hands and gripped the
soldier's muscular forearms in each fist.
Lieutenant? We've got a live one here," the man shouted.
Will someone take care of him?"
The feeder-lady pleaded, My dear, accept your fate. You
mustn't fight them. Come sit with me, there's a good child.
It'll all be over in a second ... No, don't resist ... you're not
allowed to hurt them."
The soldier's face darkened with fury. Hurry up! Someone
stick a bayonet in the bastard!"
That's a good boy," the lady said as the child released his
grip on the man's arms. Let the soldiers do what they have to
The soldier, who was hauling the strawberry colored necklace
over her head, cuffed her with his fist. Stand still!"
The child watched. This time the sense of wrongness
overwhelmed him. He knew he was no match for the man but
pushed him anyway. To the child's surprise the man fell onto
the mound of headless corpses. And he clutched his chest as if
that little push had hurt him.
No, listen to me, child," the lady begged. You must not hurt
them. Do as they tell you."
Why he hadn't noticed he couldn't tell, but he saw a pair of
soldiers gripping his arms. For a second it puzzled him that
they were panting as they tried to pull him backwards. With a
sweep of one arm he sent them both tumbling across the room.
The child was weak-he knew he was weak-so why did the men
shout in pain as they threw themselves onto the floor?
Another man in uniform ran at him with a stick ... no, not a
stick, a rifle. The rifle had a knife blade fixed at the end.
He jabbed it at the child's stomach. It didn't hurt. It felt
like a gentle prod. The child reached out one arm, spread his
fingers across the man's face, then pushed. This time the
force was greater. And away went the man to crash back against
the wall. He didn't shout like the others had done. He just
lay there, while blood trickled from his nose.
All this appeared to happen in a leisurely way. Nothing had
been rushed. Although now the child realized the other
soldiers were running toward him. Why did they appear to move
so slowly? One raised a sub-machine gun. Lights flickered at
the end of the tube. The child felt a stinging sensation in
his chest. Angry now, he snatched the machine gun from the
soldier; one of the man's fingers snapped away from his hand
where it caught in the trigger guard. As the man screamed the
child hit the man in the face with the gun. The metal object
disintegrated on impact, while the man's lower jaw ripped
clean away before the force of the blow. The disfigured man
went whirling away in a geyser of blood, ruby drops moved in
slow motion through the air.
The child noticed the men and women who'd previously been
sitting dispassionately were now on their feet. Some started
to remove the red necklaces. A number of soldiers were
fleeing, while others were screaming in panic into their radio
mics. Backup urgently needed ... He sensed rather than
interpreted the meaning of the sentence. More troops swarmed
into room. These wielded bulky weapons that they fired at
their victims. People in pajamas toppled as huge caliber
bullets smashed their bodies.
The feeder-lady grabbed the child's arm as she fell dying.
Run!" she screamed. Get away from here!"
Through the window he saw the blue sky at last replacing the
blackness. This was only thing he could see that held a
promise of friendly reassurance. The child must take his
chances in that welcoming azure glow. With tracer shells
flashing by his head he launched himself through the glass in
the hope there was a power that would raise him up into the
safety of that serene, blue world.
Excerpted from Death's Dominion
by Simon Clark
Copyright © 2006 by Simon Clark.
Excerpted by permission.
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Posted August 29, 2009
SMALL SPOILER ALERT!!! Not including Stephen King book, I think this was my first real horror book, and I was not disappointed... much. It started off very interesting, fast paced, and brutal, which was ll what I was looking for. However, It quickly turned into some sort of weird Holocaust-type analogy where the zombies were made by humans but are now despised and are being massacred... weirder yet is that they are "born" with the inability to fight back... all but one of them, that is. Anyway, the book was still very interesting, I did like the author's voice and would say it was well written. I was just a bit disappointed that the main body and end of the book did not live up to the spectacular opening. I do, on the other hand, look forward to reading one of Clark's higher rated books, because if he can outdo this one and write a completely exciting book, that could make for a very good investment of my time.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 2, 2007
This book was really great it was better than I expected I loved it I could'nt put it down Simon Clark is a great author I can't wait for the next book he puts outWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 3, 2007
I picked this up at a drugstore, expecting the worse and was pleasantly surprised. The story is told from the 'monsters' point of views. The humans (Saps--as in homo sapiens) are eradicating all of the people brought back from the dead. Some of them get away. The god scarers are programmed to obey humans no matter what, so there is much conflict regarding this. There is one of them in their midst who does not obey this rule and he leads them to a town by the sea. The humans in their country (not specified) are all poor due to economic sanctions, which are a result of their country continuing to bring people back from the dead after the rest of the world had stopped. Understandably, the saps hate the monsters. The monsters are similar to humans in that they look like them, but are taller, but they are close to impossible to kill. I recommend this book and I look forward to reading more Simon Clark.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 9, 2008
The laws pertaining to coming back from the dead are simple: ¿Do no harm to humanity¿ and ¿Allow no harm to befall humanity due to your action or inaction¿. Those raised from the dead are placid individuals who serve the living. --- However, something emotionally changes amongst the living as increasingly mankind finds the revised dead an abomination. The government decides to act on what they wrought. They begin a systematic hunt to destroy the reanimated. Unable to fight back due to the ¿laws¿ of nature that bound them from causing harm, a small few escape the latest lethal raid. They meet up with a ¿newborn¿, who shockingly has blood on his hands. Dominion is one of them and not one of them as he is able to kill humans. With him as their leader, others follow this bewildered evolved dead as he takes over a castle waiting for the counter human assault not understanding the betrayal from within by those who still obey. --- When DEATH¿S DOMINION concentrates on Asimov meets Frankenstein, the story line is a superb gory thriller when a subplot focuses on the Holocaust and the Middle East it seems as bewildering as Dominion¿s brain. Still since the monsters are the prime theme, readers will appreciate this fun tale of just who is the monster. --- Harriet KlausnerWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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