Cruel Angels Past Sundown

A Splatter Western

New Mexico Territory, 1882: She comes to the Klein ranch at sunset, a strange naked pregnant woman dragging a cavalry saber. Annette Klein and her husband have built peace between their marriage and secret relations beyond, but their serenity dies in bloodshed tonight through a cannibalistic demon and a mad preacher. Annette barely escapes the bloodbath to the nearby town of Low's Bend, where she might find safety with a shotgun-toting barkeep, two no-nonsense boarding room ladies, and the gunslinging bounty hunter who's captured Annette's heart. But hell is at her heels. If she's going to survive until dawn, she'll have to forget everything she knows about peace and mercy, and face a hollow malevolence more ancient and ruthless than she's ever imagined.

©2023 Hailey Piper (P)2023 Death's Head Press

What angels dreads

A small catalyst arrives in one uneventful evening that abruptly deforms the daily normality into a near endless grotesquery.

That’s how the novella stars, and what follow is even more unhinged and mind shattering than the next of many twists and turns through Annette’s journey into the night’s light.

In the wastelands , no one can hear you scream; and those who does, are busy clawing their way into any which way to safety; no matter how minimal the chances of safety let alone survival.

The agonies of Annette alone are unfortunate, but relatable, and to see her worst fears manifested into the doom that engulf her small town is torturous, but it show you how title of the novella hints at who truly pulls the strings of this terrible night.

A grotesque gothic western, a cosmic anti nihilist voyage and the embodiment of female rage and scorn against heaven in all it bloodied glory.