Publishing Great Authors Since 1817  27 notes  An excerpt from
DEVIL IN THE DOLLHOUSE, a Sandman Slim story available for all
ereaders on 7-28-12. —Richard Kadrey  Night and day are kind of
abstract concepts out here in the hinterlands. Hell exists in a
kind of perpetual bruised twilight, but in Pandemonium and other
towns there’s an agreed-upon cycle for morning, noon, and night.
Out this far the only difference between 12 A.M. and 12 P.M. is
a slight color change in the sky. Still, after eating everyone
sacks out. A lot of the troops fall asleep. There are guards
posted but this far out all they’ll probably see are desert rats
and sand fleas.  Around what I think might be midnight, the
trees start to move. It begins with a rustling. It sounds like
wind but I don’t feel anything on my skin.  The camp comes awake
around me. The troops heard the sound too. Hellions look around
for the noise, the breeze, or whatever, as puzzled as I am.  The
first scream comes from deep inside the dead grove, followed by
anothe