Exclusive Excerpt: Exit Wounds by Tim Marquitz

I am excited to welcome author Tim Marquitz, who is celebrating the release of his seventh Death Squad novel, Exit Wounds.

TMarquitz-Exit WoundsActions have consequences. For Frank “Triggaltheron” Trigg, those consequences involve prison. Specifically, an extraterrestrial prison where he and pretty much everyone he cares about are now trapped.

Bereft of weapons, magic, or a good lawyer, Frank plots a break out but the indigenous convicts and draconian guardians stand in the way. With time running out on Earth, Scarlett battling to control the mess left behind, Frank must find a way home before he ends up serving a life sentence.

Make sure you stick around to the end. We’ll be giving away a $40 giftcard, a set of the Demon Squard novels and 3 copies of Armageddon Bound.

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Exclusive Excerpt from Exit Wounds

“He who does not learn from the past is doomed to repeat it.”

Yeah, that’s pretty much me.

I’ve mastered a plan of self-improvement: one step forward and two steps back. Sometimes three when I’m feeling adventurous. Can’t have too much change at once, you know? It’s bad for your health. Kind of like the black shapes winging their way toward us.

Rahim pointed off toward the horizon, where a dozen shadowy dots moved against the golden-brown sky. “I suggest we hide.” His deep, sonorous voice came out like he was asking for condoms at the pharmacy.

“You think they’re dangerous?” Rala asked.

Everyone’s eyes snapped to the naïve little alien but mine.

“It’s best to assume they are,” Rahim answered, apparently taking pity on her for adopting my position as the most mentally challenged member of the group. Mighty generous of the kid, but I was a little too preoccupied to thank her.

“Then I’m guessing it’s safe to assume those guys behind them are even more dangerous.” I motioned past the bird creatures to the two monstrosities that streaked through the sky like leathern missiles, scattering the strange looking avians in their wake. Inhuman screeches rang out in warning.

Karra stepped alongside me. Her muscles tensed as she clasped her father’s sword, which she’d gratefully held on to when Azrael tossed her through the portal, landing us in God’s little prison dimension away from home. Pregnant, she was even more of a pit bull than usual, ready to rip the throat from anything that threatened our baby. I eased over a little and inched in front of her so I could feel manlier. She wasn’t making it easy.

“They look like…dragons?” Veronica said from somewhere behind me.

The worst part about that statement was that she was right. Great, sharpened wings cleaved the air, bringing them ever closer, revealing the true extent of their size. They were huge. “You know these guys, Rala? Brothers from another mother?”

“I’m a wyvern.” She snarled as she spit the words out. “I’m not even from here!”

Chatterbox followed that up with a sloppy raspberry, his tongue tossing undead spittle all over, stinking up the place. The two had gotten pretty close over the last couple months, which shouldn’t have been a surprise. She only had a senile old man—Vol—a schizophrenic demon with an asshole complex, and a groovy dead metalhead to hang out with. Now that I thought about it, the choice was pretty clear as to which she’d prefer. Who doesn’t love a little head?

“That was kind of racist, Frank,” Veronica said as she came alongside me. “Not all flying reptiles look alike, you know.”

I sighed and looked to Rahim and Katon in hopes of some testosterone backup since the women and nutless skull were ganging up on me. A foursome of dark eyes glared in reply.

“And you’re looking to us for help?” Rahim asked, motioning first to himself, and then the enforcer, both shaking their heads in unison.

“Fine.” I raised my hands in surrender. “Sic the NAARP on me when we get home, but I suggest you pull a little magic out of your hat, Rocky, and get us gone. Those critters don’t look real pleased to see us unless the local greeting is a friendly chomping.”

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Meet Tim Marquitz!

Tim Marquitz is the author of the Demon Squad series, the Blood War Trilogy, as well as several standalone books, and numerous anthology appearances including Triumph Over Tragedy, Corrupts Absolutely?, Demonic Dolls, and the upcoming Neverland’s Library, and No Place Like Home.

The Editor in chief of Ragnarok Publications, Tim most recently compiled and edited the Angelic Knight Press anthologies, Fading Light: An Anthology of the Monstrous and Manifesto: UF. He has worked with such authors as Edward M. Erdelac, Lincoln Crisler, Naomi Clark, Noel Hynd (though uncredited), Alan Spencer, Nick Cato, and many others.

Tim MarquitzContact Info: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Google+ | GoodReads | Amazon

Want to purchase Tim’s novels?
Demon Squad

  1. Armageddon Bound
  2. Resurrection
  3. At The Gates
  4. Echoes of the Past
  5. Beyond the Veil
  6. The Best of Enemies
  7. Exit Wounds

Betrayal
Discordia Ascendant
Dead West Omnibus
Prey
To Hell and Back
Neverland’s Library: Fantasy Anthology

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I am a 30-something SAHM with two adorable boys and a supportive husband who is very tolerant of my reading addiction. I love to read and easily go through about a dozen books a month – well I did before I had kids. Now, not so much. After my first son was born, I began to take my hobby of reviewing a little more serious and started Literary Escapism to help with my sanity. I love to discuss the fabulous novels I’ve read and meeting all the wonderful people in the book blogging community has been amazing.