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Category: Dark Fantasy/Suspense/Thriller
Description: Flesh Field is a horror fantasy action story based on T.S. Eliot's poem The Waste Land. Much like the Fisher King in T.S. Eliot's work, the main character, Rex Fisher, is searching for life in a decomposing world.

Rex Fisher, a former U.S. Navy SEAL commander, has successfully established a billion-dollar business empire, Rex Executive Command, as a security contractor. Having lived a life on the edge of death and decadence for many years, Rex wishes nothing more than to father a child and settle down for good with his pampered supermodel girlfriend Oedipa on his private island in the Indian Ocean. However, Oedipa and her best friend, the eccentric fashion billionaire Victor Shakapopulis, are not entirely convinced that Rex is father material because of his profession. Despite Victor's objections, Oedipa agrees to start a family with Rex if he can bring her an occult artifact, the Orexis Oriens, crafted by Semiramis, the Queen of Babylon.

eBook Publisher: Double Dragon Publishing/Double Dragon eBooks, 2012 Double Dragon Publishing
eBookwise Release Date: August 2012

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [266 KB]
Words: 56771
Reading time: 162-227 min.

Driven Like The Snow

"Do you love me?" Oedipa whispered into my right ear, nibbling my earlobe delicately with her glossy lips. She then rolled over on her back in the handcrafted king-size mahogany bed ornamented with cherubs, and started kicking away the mustard-colored bed sheets with her smooth, elegant long legs. She held her legs in the air, drew circles with her big toes and caressed her thighs. Oedipa loves to strut her stuff; one of the world's ranking top models, she dominates her chosen world with graceful supremacy. There was something disturbing and uncanny about Oedipa's physical beauty. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but the aura she radiated seemed to originate from outside of this world, something that both intimidated and fascinated me. She has the intense eyes, high cheekbones, and vibrant chestnut-colored hair of Keira Knightley and the lush lips, sexy voice and thick eyelashes of Scarlett Johansson. Reticence has nothing on Oedipa; she understands perfectly the power of her mesmerizing beauty. To Oedipa, the meaning of life is the successful amalgamation of three basic entities: sex, money and power. Her radical interpretation of life stemmed from a career in modeling that skyrocketed at the age of twelve, when an Eileen Ford scout spotted her trying on a pair of designer jeans in a high-end fashion boutique. From there on, she was taken under the protective wings of people who introduced her to a world of designer drugs, sex, power and money. They convinced the twelve-year-old Oedipa that the world was at her feet, which she took literally, embarking on a merciless crusade to conquer the fashion and entertainment industry. She even had her own death wish list that she meticulously updated every day - names were either added or crossed out. When she reached her goal, absolute dominion, the ashes of fashion editors, A-list actors, producers, directors, designers, models and wives of industrialists who had dared to defy her lay scattered in the seven seas. Her magnetic beauty captivated me, but it was the napalm in her eyes that won my heart. Like me, she was a hell raiser, defiant to the end, indestructible and determined to prevail. I met Oedipa at the K1 championship fight after-party in Tokyo a couple of years ago. She was under siege by two Japanese guys dressed like characters from a fantasy computer game. One had a green monkey suit and yellow bowler hat and walked around with a light-blue plastic walking stick; the other wore a silver metallic tracksuit that matched his spiky off-white hair. They were fighting a war of attrition to win her undivided attention when I noticed her glimpse in my direction. Our eyes locked for a fleeting moment, she smiled and ripped my heart out of my ribcage. Oedipa was wearing a black Dior denim miniskirt and black top with spaghetti straps, which punched the air right out of my lungs. I gathered my strength, and eventually approached her, my heartbeat picking up speed the closer I came. "Hello stranger," she greeted me imitating John Wayne, and took a sip of her favorite drink, pina colada. "Howdy, Ma'am," I replied, launching her into a laughing frenzy. The two wooers honorably admitted defeat and dispersed in search of other round-eyed women they could enforce their sexual desires upon. Oedipa not only looked great, she was also adorned with a great sense of humor, which completed my infatuation of her. I forgot about time and place, looking into her warm oceanic eyes; her beauty transcended life, even art - it was of a dimension yet to be revealed.