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Biblical speculative fiction—a real mouthful to describe this lost genre. What is “Bib-spec-fic”? it is speculative fiction that is written from a Christian world view intended to inspire and entertain readers. In Light at the Edge of Darkness, several sub-genres of spec-fic are showcased including horror, science fiction,
distopia, fantasy, time travel, supernatural. The stories have been organized into subgenres with some versatile authors writing in more than one category. You will read the serious, the light, the parody, and the heart-stopping “fiction to scare the Jesus into you.”
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Light at the Edge of Darkness: A Lost Genre Guild novel
When forced to the edge of darkness, there’s
only one way back: embrace the Light.
. . . venture to futures where religious
"Terrorists" smuggle frozen embryos to save lives and resist technologies designed to break their
souls;
. . . explore dying alien worlds scouring the
galaxies for hope;
. . . get abducted and discover the universe’s
secrets or the trial of a lifetime.
Teetering on the edge, escape inbred captors
through a haunted labyrinth,
survive a house where nightmares walk, or settle
in for a martyr's tribulation.
Join an epic quest through the ridiculous, cross
swords with monsters, sneak a glimpse at
heaven, and traverse the planes where angels and demons tread.
Follow these tales and more to the edge of
darkness, to the brink of despair, and bask in the Savior’s redeeming Light.
Excerpt
From: FROZEN GENERATION
by Andrea Graham
I WATCHED THE MECHANICAL arm remove a post-gestational fetus from the purple semi-transparent encasement. The Kevlar and steel womb could have slept a half-dozen grown men, easy.
Based on the Product of Conception’s development, under other circumstances, the male child would’ve been transferred to the nursery a year ago. By law, fifteen minutes separated a POC from a non-person—the more dignified slave designation—so breeders gave living spare parts no freedom.
The doomed POC sure screamed like any free child, though. It screamed as the mechanical arm whisked it through the air by the ankle. It screamed as the arm dropped it in the separator. It screamed until the droning silver cylinder silenced the screams, extracting the beating heart needed to save the baby the parents had wanted.
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