"A Slave's Revenge" is about life on a planet called H3!! as a slave. 15-year-old Paul Chapman, his mother, and his twin sister are transported to H3!! by demonic aliens, after they kill his father. Paul and his sister are separated from their mother upon their arrival on the planet H3!!.
There are only a few rules that slave’s on planet H3!! must follow. They are simple and to the point but the punishment for disobeying will become fatal quickly. The only way to survive on H3!! is to be the best slave ever or become food for their demon masters.
The descriptions are so very graphic making it very easy to see it playing out in my head as if I was watching a movie. "A Slave's Revenge" was so superbly written I could see and hear everything as if I was right there with Paul, his sister, and the rest of their crew as they went about their daily chores trying to follow all the rules and just trying to stay alive in all that misery and filth.
There were so many times where my heart just broke for Paul. I was like how can one person endure so much pain. "A Slave's Revenge" has so many different feelings it is like riding the waves. One minute the feelings were up and then the next they were down. Paul had quite a few sad times but he did have some happy times too.
I fell in love with this series, "Hell Holes" from the very beginning with the first book “What Lurks Below” as the demons came pouring out of that hole in the ground. This is one amazing series. One that I can’t seem to get enough of.
I would like to recommend “A Slave’s Revenge” to all horror-filled, gory, blood-curling, and sci-fi fans. Grab your copy today for an epic horror-filled adventure! I would also like to recommend that you start with the first book “What Lurks Below”. It is my opinion that the books be read in order so you can get the full experience and not miss out on a thing.
To Hell and Back
Hell Holes Book 3
There are these huge holes appearing out of nowhere, holes that lead straight to h311 itself. These holes are portals to h311, demons are pouring out of the holes by the thousands, attacking anyone and everyone who just happens to be standing in their way. These demons want to take over the world and everyone in it. Armies of men have been fighting the demons giving them everything they’ve got without coming close to stopping them.
Aileen O’Shannon has been hunting and fighting demons for centuries. She is a demon hunter and a sorceress. Dr. Jack Oswald is asked to join Aileen’s team when he comes up with a plan to destroy the demons. Their plan involves crossing over to the homeworld of the demons. Will Jack’s plan work? Will they be able to save the world and the people from the demons?
“To Hell and Back” is action-packed from beginning to end. The demons never stop coming which adds up to more and more fighting, keeping the adrenaline flowing non-stop. The action ramps up even more when their plan is implemented. I loved all the fighting scenes but the ones close to the end just did it for me. “To Hell and Back” exploded with action and excitement once the big guns so to speak were brought on the scene.
When I was reading “To Hell and Back” I could see each and every scene in my head as if I was watching a movie. I could just see the hordes of demons as they came running through the portal with the speed of light, dust flying, people running about trying not to get run over while trying to stand their ground and fight all at the same time, it would be chaos.
I have read the first two books, “What Lurks Below” book one and “Demons on the Dalton” book two in the “Hell Holes” series and loved both books tremendously I just had to read the third book “To Hell and Back” for more from this wondrous world of demons. Now I can’t wait to dive into the fourth book “A Slave's Revenge”.
If you have read the first two books in the “Hell Holes” series then I highly recommend that you read “To Hell and Back” and if not, what are you waiting for grab a copy of all three books as well as the fourth for your next great horror read today! Trust me you won’t regret it.
Demons on the Dalton
Hell Holes Book 2
What Lurks Below
Hell Holes Book 1
Hell Holes: What Lurks Below
Excerpt – In The Hole
“Professor, take a look at this,” Mark said, squatting down and pointing at the nearest mound of dirt. He held his hand a few inches over it. “There are small holes, and I can feel gas escaping from them. That’s weird; it should be freezing, but it’s actually warm.” He leaned over and sniffed the air just above the hole. “Jesus, that reeks,” he cursed as he stood up and rubbed his eyes.
I reached down. There was a surprisingly large flow of gas coming out of the hole. I looked around at all of the other mounds of dirt dotting the ice on which we were standing. “Shit,” I exclaimed. “We’ve got to get the hell out of here.”
“Why?” he asked with a confused look on his face. “We just got here.”
“Prudhoe Bay natural gas is about three fourths methane. One eighth is ethane, propane, and other heavier hydrocarbons, while the remaining eighth is carbon dioxide. I’m not worried about the methane and ethane; they’re lighter than air and will drift up and out of the hole. But carbon dioxide, propane, and hydrogen sulfide are all heavier than air and build up in low areas.”
“Like the bottom of this hole,” Mark said as the nature of our danger dawned on him.
“Like the bottom of this hole,” I agreed.
Although I was breathing rapidly, it was becoming increasingly harder to catch my breath. Both were early signs of carbon dioxide poisoning. Meanwhile, my eyes were really watering, my nose was running, and my lungs were starting to burn. Hydrogen sulfide combined with the water on their moist surfaces to form hydrosulfuric acid. I had a dull headache and was becoming increasingly nauseated. Worse, the stench of sulfur had begun to disappear: a classic symptom of hydrogen sulfide poisoning. “We have to head back up and strap on oxygen tanks and full face respirators before we come back down.”
“Okay, Professor,” he replied, looking at me with concern. “You’re definitely not looking so good.”
Weak and increasingly clumsy, Mark had to help me reach the rope and secure it to my climbing harness. Then he said into his walkie-talkie, “Angela, there’s hydrogen sulfide and excessive carbon dioxide down here, and we need to get out of here right now. It’s made the professor sick, so I’m sending him up first.”
“Understood, Mark,” Angie replied, her voice indicating her concern. “Is he ready?”
“Yes, all hooked up,” Mark replied.
A second later, the rope began pulling me up. It sped faster and faster until I was practically running up the side of the hole. Soon, I was up to where the permafrost gave way to damp dirt. I slipped going over the boundary, and the rope dragged me face first over the short muddy slope. Bill helped me climb over the ridge of dirt surrounding the edge and unhooked my climbing harness.
Coughing and unable to catch my breath, I stumbled into Angie’s arms. The caustic gasses at the bottom of the pit had set off one of my ordinarily rare asthma attacks, leaving me gasping for air. I fumbled through my pockets, found my rescue inhaler, and had to give myself three puffs before my breathing became easier. Meanwhile, my eyes were still burning and watering so heavily that I heard rather than saw Bill throw the end of the rope back into the pit and use the winch to lower it rapidly into the hole. After helping me wipe the mud from my face, Angie wrapped me a bear hug, totally heedless of the muck she was transferring to her own face and clothes.
“It’s down,” Jill said, her voice amplified through our walkie-talkies.
Bill stopped the winch, and we waited for Mark to tell us when he was ready to come up.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Mark said. “Bring me up.”
Bill restarted the winch, and the rope began winding itself back around its spinning shaft.
Feeling stronger, I let go of Angie and turned back towards the pit so I could watch Mark being raised over the edge. It was at that moment, through eyes still somewhat blurry from tears, that I saw Kowalski. He was standing near the edge of the hole, a few feet downwind so that the smoke from his cigarette wouldn’t bother us. He took a final puff and carelessly flicked the still smoldering butt into the pit.
“Stop!” I croaked, my voice raspy and painful from coughing.
Kowalski turned towards me, and our eyes met. Unaware of what he’d just done, he was completely confused by the expression of horror on my face.
After seconds that seemed to stretch into eternity, the cigarette butt tumbled past Mark and eventually reached the depth where the concentration of methane and hydrogen sulfide reached explosive levels.
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