He peeked in on Brian, nestled so deep under his Fantastic Four
comforter that only the top of his head was visible. His X-ray glasses were on the floor. Blackstone picked them up and put them on. He’d always wanted a pair when he was a kid, but his parents refused to get them.
The room darkened and it felt as if his eyes were being stretched. That was the only way he could describe it. A headache instantly bloomed around his forehead.
“Now, that’s a look,” Andrea said, shuffling down the hall to the bathroom in her puffy pink robe.
“X-ray specs,” Blackstone said. “Noel bought a pair for Brian.”
“They look like sunglasses, not X-ray glasses.”
“Not that there’s any such thing as X-ray glasses.”
“Well, for what it’s worth, they make you look kind of…cool. Like back when you used to wear those Wayfarers when we were dating.”
The pain in his forehead skittered to his temples. Still, he kept them on. He couldn’t remember the last time Andrea had said he looked cool.
“You want to cruise around in my Mustang?”
“I’ll settle for our Buick.”
She laughed, slipping into the bathroom.
But before she disappeared from view, Blackstone thought he saw something that shouldn’t have been.
He could have sworn he caught a glimpse of her ratty pajamas under her closed robe.
“[A] hilarious creature-feature gorefest from pulp horror maven Shea…Twisted humor and campy horror. Those looking for a brain break and a bloody mess with revel in this promising series launch.” - Publishers Weekly
on Jurassic Florida
Open Your Eyes With “X-Ray” Vision!
Put on a pair of “X-Ray” glasses and things will never look the same! These almost magical specs will make you the hit of the party! Astonishing three-dimensional X-Ray visions of what your friends—and girls—look like under their clothes! And all for just $1.
The More You Wear Them . . .
Martin Blackstone punishes his son for wasting his allowance on a pair of flimsy cardboard sunglasses X-ray vision . . . yeah, right. Martin tries them on just for the hell of it—and all they do is give him a headache . . .
. . . The Deeper You’ll See.
Until he sees things he can’t possibly be seeing. Glimpses of things on the other side of a wall or beneath someone’s clothing. He wants to believe it’s just his overactive imagination but the “X-Ray” specs actually work. Then the fun novelty becomes a waking nightmare when the glasses burn into his face and he starts seeing horrifying apocalyptic visions no mortal man was ever meant to see. Images that alter his very personality—from a husband and father to a bloodthirsty homicidal maniac . . .
Because sometimes you can see too much.
Praise for Hunter Shea
“A lot of splattery fun.”—Publishers Weekly
“Frightening, gripping.”—Night Owl Reviews