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Re: PILATE: A Brutal Bible Tale, by horror writer Steven Rage
Started Apr. 22, 2008
See the Christ. Watch her Bleed. Read RAGE.
Replied Apr. 8, 2008
See the Christ. Watch her Bleed. Read RAGE.
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- PILATE: A Brutal Bible Tale, available from Outskirts Press, Barnes & Nobles and AMAZON.COM, is the first installment of the groundbreaking "Harborside" series. Published in Jan. 2008, PILATE is available right this second!
Steven Rage is currently working on the follow-up, JONAH JOB.
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- I was there when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain. Made damn sure PILATE washed his hands and sealed his fate....
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- Snatch, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, The Big Lebowski, Hot Rod, Anchorman, Angel Heart, The Bad Lt. (unrated version), Prophecy, Event Horizon, The Man From Earth, The Nines, Apocalypse Now, The Lord of War, Full Metal Jacket...
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Interview with Steven Rage - Pilate: A Brutal Bible Tale
by Marius on Wed May 28, 2008 10:03 am
BookHuntersBlog.com: Did you study the craft of writing or dive right into it?
Steven Rage: Hit and miss, this class and that, writing, writing and still more writing since the mid-1980s.
BHB: What was your motivation behind writing these stories?
SR: Growing up in religious schools, Pontius Pilate was always my favorite bible character. I could never figure out why he allowed the torture and cruc… Continue
Posted on June 20, 2008 at 7:15pm —
from chapter 2, PILATE: A Brutal Bible Tale, by horror writer Steven Rage
Pedro rolled blunts and thought about this miracle he witnessed. She astounded him as much now as the day he first met her. Immanuel should have been killed. It was the first miracle seen with Pedro's own eyes.
What awed Pe… Continue
Posted on May 9, 2008 at 8:37pm — 1 Comment
more from PILATE: A Brutal Bible Tale, by horror writer Steven Rage
Pilate looked at Immanuel. Her wrists were bare once again. Pilate sighed and shook his head. He exited the car, came round to the passenger side. He opened the door and needed to help her out.… Continue
Posted on April 27, 2008 at 2:16am —
more from PILATE: A Brutal Bible Tale, by horror writer Steven Rage
The devil's dark eyes sparkled as he spoke. His voice low, ominous and did not invite questioning.
"I want bones broken," he told Herod, "blood spilled. I want humiliation, pain and fear. I want to hear begging and pleas for mercy."
Herod was p… Continue
Posted on April 25, 2008 at 5:58pm —
from chapter 18, PILATE: A Brutal Bible Tale, by horror writer Steven Rage
The Diabolous stared daggers at her. He shook his clenched fists at the heavens. Enraged he shouted: "Take care your tone, Savior, for I am Lucifer," he exclaimed, "The most exalted one, loved above all others. I am Morning Star," the devil insisted, "I am Lucifer!"
Immanuel shook her head at the devil's outburst.
"You were," she agreed, "There was a time when you were cherished by God above all He created," she told h… Continue
Posted on April 24, 2008 at 7:47am —
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The cop landed on the blacktop hard. Pilate then turned to the man who pressed her face into the cold metal trunk of the undercover car. The cop, shocked, said nothing.
“Let go of her,” Pilate ordered, but he knew what they would do. The police always followed the playbook, so Pilate knew some asshole response was coming. So, before: ‘get on the ground!’ at full volume left his mouth, Pilate slammed a fist into the cop’s face, breaking everything.
Pilate tugged free his hot, wet fist from the cavern of the cop’s face. He calmly wiped the bloody mess from his fist with the cop’s polo shirt. Pilate held the man up until it was clean. Then Pilate let him drop dead to the ground.
The stopping of the rape and Pilate’s exchange happened so quickly no one had time to respond. He turned to the rest of the police when one did.
Pilate heard the unmistakable sound of gunmetal scraping against leather. He saw the rapist/cop on the ground pull the service weapon from his shoulder holster, drew a bead on Pilate.
Using vampire speed, Pilate dropped to one knee and grabbed hold the shooter’s wrist. He jerked the arm toward him and twisted it until the pointy bone of the elbow faced up. Pilate then placed his hand on the skyward elbow bone and applied vicious downward pressure.
The cop’s arm broke. It cracked like a hard nutshell and Pilate pushed down on the elbow and up on the wrist until the arm folded back on itself, the gun pointing at its owner. The gun fired. One of the hollow points drove a wedge so deep in the cop’s brain you could see his filthy thoughts.
Pilate snatched the gun as he fell dead to the ground. Pilate grabbed and held another one with the smoking gun to his temple, Pilate safely hidden behind the man’s bulk. Pilate found his own gun, under shirtfront, and aimed it over the shoulder of his cop/hostage.
The hostage’s penis was still out. He’d been prepping himself, zipper undone. Pilate glanced down at it. It was flaccid, trying to turtle its way back inside.
Pilate tugged the cop back so that his car was behind them. The others tried to outflank and encircle him.
“Stop!” he shouted, “We have a truce. I’m under the protection of the Pharisees,” he said, “You can’t touch me and I won’t let you touch her.”
“Fuck you, faggot!” one of the circlers replied, stepping up to Pilate.
“You’re first,” Pilate said, stopping the rushing cop by sticking the 9mm in his face. “You wanna think about this,” Pilate told the fuming and defenseless rusher. His eyes crossed from staring at the gun. It was so close it almost kissed him. “Think about what you’re gonna lose if you make me open up your head like your buddy on the ground here,” Pilate advised, “No more wads of cash from taxing runners, no more free scotch from the liquor stores and no more blowjobs at gunpoint from high school girls.”
The police all stopped where they were, contemplating and weighing options.
“C’mon, be smart,” said Pilate before they had a chance to change their minds, “Give Matthias a call,” he told them, “While you’re still only down two.”
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