Tuesday, December 31, 2013

DAMNED WORDS 5 - IS OUR TERROR TUESDAY FOR THIS WEEK!

Damned Words 5

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 The members of The Pen Of The Damned have a special treat for New Year's Eve. Nina D'Arcangela posted a picture for us, and we all wrote ten very different tales of what we saw. We had to write our story in exactly 100 words.  This will show you the depth of our writers' diversity and talent. I had to write mine twice because Nina said she was laughing when she read my first one. Imagine that.

Enjoy. And have a Happy New Year!


Blaze McRob




His Release
Zack Kullis
The plume of his breath in the January air lied to him, but he knew the truth.
His heart pushed the searing heat through his body.  He was burning from the inside.  “Release the heat,” his fever screamed.
He could see the fiery blue of the offending veins.  They were the traitorous vehicles for the blood which burned him.
Steel, blessedly cold, cut easily.  He peeled away the skin on his arm with a pleasurable frenzy.
Vein-like branches quickly gave up their sanguine heat.  Blue soon gave way to grey.
Frozen veins, branching across his opened flesh, burned him nevermore.

Hunted
Dan Dillard
It hunted me.
And for the better part of the chase, I was enthralled. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, keeping them hot. My muscles seared as I darted this way and that, ducking, leaping and rolling into the next place where I would wait. Wait for a breath, the crack of twigs underfoot, the flutter of a flock of birds frightened by my suitor, or a scent detected from upwind. They gave it away.
For a time it was quiet and no direction looked safe. I hesitated.
I felt its moist, warm breath on my neck and my veins froze.

Genocide
Nina D’Arcangela
Icy tendrils; you’d think they’d chill me, but no – they warm my very soul. The children of my children’s children, the progeny that will carry forth my breath cocooned in an impenetrable translucent sleeve. When this world thaws, my branches will spring free. They will bloom, spreading their lethal spore among others of my kind, killing their offspring, weakening each host. As they fail to mend, the frost will come again, and I will wait for the next thaw. When that day comes, I will stand alone, proud, the only of my kind – as it was always meant to be.

What the Frost Brings
Tyr Kieran
I am the cold—not the winter’s chill, but the dark, seeping cold that settles within the bones of the living. As they shiver and doubt and fear, I grow stronger, burning their patience away to ash. When hardship gets harder, the flames go out and their food stores diminish, I take over, filling the void where hope once bloomed. I force their despair into violence until nothing stirs but my sweet mistress: Death. Oh, how divine her touch! I’ve laid waste to entire civilizations just to feel her embrace. So, heed the frost’s warning—Death is not far behind.

Silent Planet
Thomas Brown
I travelled the world in search of you. They said that you were gone but I knew there were still places where we might talk; where for a few minutes at midnight I might look into your eyes, and smile.
Austria, Germany, the vast trackless forests of Norway. Five times I found you, hiding in the dark, bound to the old locales dotted around the world: cosmic pockets where the dead still dance.
It was a dream come true to watch you waltz under the stars. Then dawn broke, the dream ended and I died inside to be so alone.

Cold
Joseph A. Pinto
I have no magic left to revive you; you have gone cold at my feet.  A time existed when I held you aloft, serenaded by the sun.  We both know that day is no more.  So into your wonderland, I follow one last time; your brittle boughs snap between my callous fingers.  I find your pain an absent, infinite thing.  Can you hear the ice crack; yes, I can hear your heart crack.  Come spring, when the ground softens, I’ll dig you free again.  For now, whisper to me your lost, blue-lipped solace.  You have gone cold at my feet.

Deck The Lawn
Blaze McRob
They’re going to put the fucking lights and other shit on me again. I won’t allow it to happen. This ice is even too much weight for my branches to support.
It is dark when they come. Good for me, not for them. Before they have a chance to assault me, my icy branches take them down and apply a frosty guillotine to their necks.  Their red blood gives the lawn a festive look, and the shock, still in their eyes, is better than any dangling orbs hanging on a tree.
Old fat Santa couldn’t have done a better job.

Cold Hearts
L. Moon
“Hard hearts in the making”
soft wintry voices say
innocence is for the taking
fiendish finger play
*
small bodies fearful, shiver
carrion blocks the light
black wings swoop and quiver
will spend life this night
*
“quickly now and hide your young ones”
dark howls fill night’s space
crystal snow a place to burrow
by dawn there’s little trace
*
scheming branches interlocking
cries both far and wide
the rumors say “death is walking”
beckoning from the other side
*
“Hard hearts foul in the making”
ice cold voices say
innocence is for the taking
while fiendish fingers play

View
Hunter Shea
Veins, veins. Ice in my veins.
Snowflakes flitting on my window, tapping, melting. So cold.
Ice in my veins.
My hands are numb. How fast will it travel, this ice flow, broken free from some frozen cellular hinterland?
Frozen fingers, numb nose, pressed against the glass. Waiting for my heart to glaciate. Warm heart, cold hands. Dead hands, deader heart.
“Stop looking out there. That is not you,” I mumble. The man next to me snorts, claws at his hair.
“That is outside. I am inside.”
Spider veins, glistening, luminescent. Blue veins, silver. Cadaverous flesh.
“Make me warm!”
Needle prick.

VISIONARY PRESS COOPERATIVE IS EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE MICHEAL O COINN AS OUR POETRY DIRECTOR!







Micheál Ó Coinn, an Irish poet with some New Jersey in him, is joining Visionary Press Cooperative as our Poetry Director. Not only will he be adding his skills as a great Poet, he will be working with us to add songs, audio books, art work to add to his poems, and screen and stage plays to what we have now. I am so stoked up to have this kind, gentle man join us. I love his poetry, and I know you will too. Also, his vision fits right in with what we aim to be at Visionary Press Cooperative. We refuse to be mediocre; we wish to be many things to many people. Our name says it all, and our members say even more. 

Go to https://www.facebook.com/quinn227?fref=ts and wish my friend a Happy New Year, and tell him how proud you are of him.

Micheál Ó Coinn can also be found at his blog http://www.mocwriter.org/. And now, me lads and lassies, he will be found at Visionary Press Cooperative. 

For a Press which started out as horror only, we are embracing almost every genre. Why? Why not? If you go to a book signing and buy a book from an author for yourself or a friend, you are happy. What about the poet side of you, or the friend who loves poetry.? What if you buy a book for yourself but not for your children? What if the author signing books, or the Amazon or Smashwords sites shows all the other books you can buy? Something for everyone. I do book signings and love to have my friend's books along with me as well. I'll wheel and deal. "Buy my book, and get any of these other books for free." All of us are not in a position to do this, but it adds to the appeal of a Press, and says a lot about the author.

As for me, I write some nasty horror, but I love other books as well. I have won awards for poetry. I love a well written poem. Now we have a master with us. Micheál and I will do our damnedest to make sure you read the finest poetry. You have our word on that.

2014 will be a banner year for Micheál Ó Coinn and Visionary Press Cooperative.

Happy New Year!

Blaze McRob

Monday, December 30, 2013

WENDY WOLF- BY JAIME JOHNESEE - IS COMING TO A BOOKSTORE NEAR YOU!






Jaime Johnesee, the highly acclaimed author of BOB The Zombie, and one of my Women In Horror, is writing AT LEAST  five Wendy The Wolf  children's books for Visionary Press Cooperative. These will come out in ebook and paperback versions and will have full color interior art. She is also publishing The Golden Storybook with us, which is a beginning to the Wendy series. Jaime and I were talking one night about children and children's books, and she told me she had a few. Of course, since I love her other work, I told her to send them to me. That's history. The future says there will be many of these great books coming from this sweet lady. I love the books, and so do the rest of the Visionary Press Cooperative team.

Also, there will be another surprise announcement coming soon. I'm over the top thrilled about this one as well. Jaime sprung this one on me and the salivating began.

These great books will be coming soon, my friends. Visionary Press Cooperative is thrilled to have Jaime join our family.

Blaze? The fiery rascal is beside himself with joy!


Blaze


Jaime Johnesee worked as a zookeeper for fourteen years before deciding to focus on her passion of writing. Her decision has proven to be a good one, as her books have been received with critical acclaim, including Oh The Horror and Shifters, which was recognized as one of the best horror novellas of 2012. Although her initial foray into the literary world has been marked by success, Jaime has just begun and is a force to be reckoned with in the years to come.
--Cherry Hill Publishing








Book Description

May 25, 2013
A novella.
Life is rough, unlife can be even more difficult, especially when you're a zombie with bad luck. This is not your average zombie novella.

4.0 out of 5 stars Humour & horror, always a great mix!, May 30, 2013
This review is from: Bob The Zombie (Kindle Edition)
From his unfortunate demise to his eternal rising, issues with rejection, bits dropping off, some exceptional dance moves and an ongoing need for staples we are introduced to Bob!

The humour ranges from smirking to a few Pepsi nose snorts, yes parts of it are pretty gruesome too! (hello! its a zombie novel) but Ms Johnesses writing is so clever, she uses nearly zero profanity, a feat that seems darn near impossible in the horror genre (I would go so far to say that it is suitable for the YA market).

Lots of introduction to a variety of creatures of the Super Natural kind - which bodes well for many, many more books to come! Yippee!
Plus you get a little glimpse of Holly Andrews (which is going to be an AWESOME story!)

A great start to a brilliant new series.... looking forward to the next body part flinging, dance extravaganza adventure!

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

NOT A CREATURE WAS STIRRING - BY DAN DILLARD - IS TODAY'S TERROR TUESDAY!




Not A Creature Was Stirring, by Dan Dillard, is today's Terror Tuesday. The members of The Pen Of The Damned have not been kind to Santa lately. We will all receive copious amounts of coal which we will, of course, turn into diamonds. That's exactly what this story is: a real gem! Read it and enjoy. Be careful not to have your children peer over your shoulders. For a number of reasons.

Read more of Dan Dillard's tales on The Pen Of The Damned website, and those of our other authors as well. All of us wish you a Damned great Holiday Season.


Blaze McRob



Not a Creature Was Stirring

Tiny footsteps and giggles filled the hallways of the small suburban house. Dad was snoring somewhere in a back bedroom.
“Shh,” one voice said. The other snickered and more footsteps were heard as the pair moved into the kitchen and through the wooden door that led to the basement.
“Where are they?” Emily asked.
Her blond pigtails hung in long, thick ringlets against the bright pink footie-pajamas.
“I don’t know. Look over there, dork,” said David. “I think they’re in daddy’s toolbox.”
She stuck out her tongue and carefully opened the lid to the Craftsman case. She saw screwdrivers and wrenches and various other things inside the tool chest. Then, her eyes grew round and her lips parted, spreading into a wide grin.
“Found ‘em,” she said to her brother, holding up her prize.
“Good. Now help me find the big one.”
She pulled out her list and checked it twice.
“The big one?” she asked as if to say, are you sure?
“Yep.”
David, eight years old, pushed a lock of chestnut brown hair out of his eyes and grabbed a coil of rope from a hook on the pegboard wall while Ironman looked on from the front of his t-shirt. The coil of rope slipped over his shoulder as the pair hunted the big one.
She spotted it first.
“There it is, David.”
David looked where she pointed and leaning against the wall next to the water heater, was a bundle of long handled tools. He grabbed the ten pound sledge hammer and hiked it up onto his shoulder before starting back up the stairs. Emily was looking at a pair of large garden shears, almost as tall as she was.
“Emmy, come on. We don’t need those.”
“You sure? They look sharp and pointy.”
“I’m sure. Everything’s set up already.”
She shrugged, tucked the nails she’d grabbed from the toolbox under her arm and bounded up the steps behind her brother.
“Daddy’s going to be so surprised!” she said in an excited whisper.
“Shh,” David said.
They snuck into the living room and placed the items in the middle of the floor with some earlier gatherings. David grabbed a chair from the dining room and carried it into the living room. He placed it under the exposed beam that ran the length of the ceiling. Emily turned on the Christmas tree lights and hummed Jingle Bells.
David removed a cluster of mistletoe from the beam revealing a metal bracket and with some struggle, connected the handle of the sledge to it with a single bolt. Giving it a nudge, he was happy to see the hammer swing freely side to side. He slid the chair a couple feet to his left and climbed back up, pulling the sledge by its head and connecting it to a loop of twine that was already prepared. The other end of the slipknot dangled over the back of their father’s recliner.
“Like this?” Emily asked.
David turned and looked. Emily had propped up a two-foot-square piece of plywood that was full of holes he had drilled that afternoon and she was busy pushing nails through them. He nodded.
“Just like that.”
When she was finished, it made a triangular pattern much like a Christmas tree. She put duct tape on the back, holding the spikes in place until she could lay it on the plastic sheeting they had placed the floor. There were a few more holes in the board that David had drilled so he could screw it into the subflooring through the thin carpeting. He picked up a battery powered screwdriver.
“Go check on Dad,” he said.
She padded down the hallway and peeked into her father’s room. He snored peacefully and she pulled the door shut behind her with a minimal snick of the latch. Back in the living room, she gave her brother a quick smile and a thumbs up.
“Still asleep. Visions of sugar plums,” she said.
“Cool.”
He quickly screwed down the bed of nails and put the screw-gun away. Emily helped him stretch out the coil of rope and David secured one end of it to the fireplace with a double knot. Once that was finished, they stood back and looked at their work. Emily jumped up.
“Almost forgot,” she said and rushed into the kitchen.
She returned with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk they had staged in the refrigerator and placed them on the end table next to the recliner.
“I think that does it,” Emily said.
David nodded in agreement.
“Now what?” she asked.
“Now we get in position and don’t move until it’s time.”
They fist bumped and then she ducked behind her dad’s recliner and grabbed the length of twine that hung down from the ceiling. David gripped the end of the rope and sat in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen. The Christmas tree lights gave off an eerie glow and not a creature stirred otherwise. Their father’s snoring broke the silence every few seconds.
Those seconds turned into minutes and the children exercised expert patience, but when the clock on the fireplace mantle struck midnight, their wait was rewarded. In a twinkling, they heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of many a hoof. Emily smiled as she peeked around the chair. David gave her a nod and ducked back behind the wall, holding his rope in both hands.
There were more scuffling sounds, then a snore from daddy’s bedroom, then more scuffling, and then with a bound, St. Nicholas came down the chimney. The jolly old elf stepped, leaning over, out from the fireplace and dusted the soot from his furry red suit, then he cranked his pipe from one corner of his mouth to the other. He glanced at the tree, then at the cookies and when he laughed, his little round belly shook like a bowl full of jelly. Over his shoulder was a sack, and as he stepped further into the room, he swung it around and set it on the floor. David peeked around the corner. It was time.
“Now!” he shouted.
Before Saint Nick could place a finger aside of his nose, Emily jerked the twine with all of her might. The slipknot came undone and the sledge fell from its perch, smashing Santa in the side of the head. David pulled his rope tight and as Santa pirouetted in place, dizzy from the blow, he tripped over the rope and fell face-first onto the bed of nails, embedding his rosy cheeks, cherry nose and droll little mouth onto each three-inch spike.
“We got the bastard,” Emily said as she stood up.
“We sure did,” David agreed.
As the Claus twitched and shuddered, his magic blood seeping out onto the plastic in front of their tree, David and Emily retrieved his bag. It felt empty as they held it up, but when Emily reached inside, wishing, something appeared. A pink tablet computer with her name etched on the back. David pulled out one of his favorite video games, then another. Then they pulled out a wad of cash as thick as the Manhattan Yellow Pages.
“Merry freakin’ Christmas,” Emily said.
Her brother gave her a hug. “Daddy’s going to be so excited.”
“What do we do with that?”
They pair looked at Santa’s corpse and David laughed in spite of himself.
“I have an idea.”
They wrapped the plastic sheeting around Claus’s body and David lifted the old man’s shoulders while Emily pulled the bag over his head. They struggled to get it around the rest of his body, but the bag stretched as necessary and once inside, he disappeared. David unscrewed the board and tossed it and the screws into the magic sack and lucky for them, none of the blood had gotten onto the carpet. He then climbed back onto the chair and replaced the sledge hammer with the mistletoe. Once it was all cleaned up, they sat down and split the milk and cookies.
“What you want to wish for next?” Emily said.
“Dunno. You?”
She shrugged.
A massive thud on the roof startled them. Emily’s tiny hands went to her heart. Another thud followed, then another, and one by one, the reindeer slid off the snow covered roof into the back yard.
Down Dasher, then Dancer, then Prancer and Vixen, followed by Comet, then Cupid, then Donder and finally, Blitzen.
“I almost forgot about the poison carrots,” she said. “How are we gonna hide all that?”
David blushed.
“We’ll think of something,” he said. “We always do.”
~ Dan Dillard

Monday, December 23, 2013

HUGE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS SALE!

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=sr_pg_1?rh=n%3A283155%2Ck%3Avisionary+press+cooperative&keywords=visionary+press+cooperative&ie=UTF8&qid=1386728425
This special does not include Birthright on the second page of Visionary Press Cooperative books on Amazon, as the author wishes to publish on her own.
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Super Twelve Days Of Christmas Specials For Visionary Press Cooperative!

     Just a reminder that Visionary Press Cooperative's super sale is still going on. Grab some great books now!

     Visionary Press Cooperative is running some great specials for The Twelve Days Of Christmas. We have added days for your reading enjoyment. All of the specials below will last the entire month. Starting Wednesday, December 11th, we will have the following specials for all Visionary Press Cooperative books.

 1. We offer a free ebook of any Visionary Press Cooperative book of the reader’s choice for anyone buying one of our paperbacks on Amazon for the entire month.

2. Also on Amazon: buy the most expensive Kindle book in a series for a particular author, and get the others in the series free. This is a super deal, as some of our authors have three and four books.

3. On Smashwords, anyone who buys any of our books, gets another one of their choice for free. We’re hoping this will introduce our readers to all of our authors. Notice I did not say receive a book of the same price or lower. If a reader purchases a .99 book, they can receive a higher price book for free. We are making a huge statement with this, not only one of good will, but showing we take pride in all our books and authors.

     Yes, these things are not conventional, but neither are we. We aim to increase exposure to our books. We hope to gain new readers because we have great books. This is a huge month for us. We wish to create some good will.

     And, to show how much we care about our readers, simply tell us you made the purchase, and we will send you out a coupon. No questions asked. Simply tell us which book you bought and which book, or books, you would like to receive for free. We won’t check. We trust you.

     Email me at bigultraman@aol.com or send a private message to Blaze McRob on Facebook. Your coupon will be sent to you. We have full-color, interior art children’s books, both ebook and paperbacks, YA books, and adult horror books. We have anthologies, and we have novels. And soon, we will be adding in so much more.

     Give us a try. This is the time to do it! Great books at great prices. I hope to be sending out a bunch of coupons.

     The Amazon and Smashword links are above.

Blaze McRob
President
Visionary Press Cooperative

This special does not include Birthright on the second page of Visionary Press Cooperative books on Amazon, as the author wishes to publish on her own.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

SUPER HORROR GIFTS!


 Today it's all about Horror. You know you want it. I'm presenting some great authors who will pony up to the table and deliver. All of these tales will make you shiver with delight. Watch out for what might be hiding behind the curtains, though.

Blaze McRob






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June 7, 2012
A steam driven freighter en route to England heads for the shelter of a group of mid Atlantic Islands owing to an approaching storm, the captain drops anchor in the calm waters of a bay off an uninhabited island. He decides to take advantage of their stop-over to replenish stocks of wood and water while they are waiting for the storm to pass. The crews of the boats which go ashore to obtain their needs, escape in the nick of time when they are attacked by giant flesh-eating rats as they push off from the beach. They joke about how lucky they were to escape as they row back to their vessel, but unknown to them, other rats had already stowed away on their boats when they were left unattended. The ship returns to their home port believing they have had a very successful voyage, but when the crew leaves and silence descends, many rats venture ashore in search of a new land to colonize. And so begins a reign of terror for the local human population, when the rats decide it is time to search for fresh meat, neither man nor beast is safe from these savage creatures.








Book Description

December 16, 2013
Welcome to the second installment of the Demonic Visions series. This new collection of macabre tales includes short fiction by each member of the Demonic Visions team. Every new book that we publish will take you deeper into the minds of these talented writers, and acquaint you with their various styles of prose. So enjoy, and I hope that you will join us for the entire Demonic Visions saga which is intended to last many, many years and span many, many volumes…

Table of Contents
1. SWALLOWED by Joe McKinney
2. BIRD IN A WROUGHT IRON CAGE by John Alfred Taylor
3. LOOSE ENDS by Chris Leek
4. OUTSIDE by Patrick Freivald
5. SKINWALKER by B.A. Holland
6. THE KITTEN by Megan N. Watson
7. SOUR by Bruce L. Priddy
8. PRESENCE by Mark Slade
9. THEY REQUIRE KILLING by Naching T. Kassa
10. LIKE ‘EM BIG by Johannes Pinter
11. OPERATION WENDIGO by A.J. French
12. THE CLUB by Michael Schomaker
13. LILY’S GRAVE by Chris Reed
14. EXPERT OPINION by Shenoa Carroll-Bradd
15. WRITING FOR EXPOSURE by Joe McKinney
16. ABALAM by S.C. Hayden
17. LYTHALIA CALLING by Adam Millard
18. DAY DREAMS by Christopher Conlon
19. DOUBLE DOWN by Devlin Giroux
20. SPRINGHEELED JACK by Maggie Carroll
21. THE PATIENT IN THE ATTIC by Arran McDermott
22. SMOKE by Kerry G.S. Lipp
23. THE FIRST CUT IS THE DEEPEST by Matt Drabble
24. THE GHOST WHO HAUNTS ME by Charles D. Bennett
25. A LICENSE TO KILL by Rob Smales
26. THE FINAL SCREAM OF YOUR LIFE by Rick McQuiston
27. ON THIS DARK AND SACRED NIGHT by James Pratt
28. ROULETTE by Peter Adam Salomon
29. THE HUNTER by K. Trap Jones
30. MAGNUM OPUS by Sydney Leigh
31. WHY THEY TAKE FIFTEEN BLOOD SAMPLES by C.L. Hesser
32. THE LAST STRAW by Vince Liberato
33. BEAUTY’S END by Shaun Avery
34. MR. RIGHT NOW by Marc Shapiro
35. STILTSKIN by Justin Hunter
36. BABY HANDS by Rebecca Fung
37. SPHERA by Robert Friedrich
38. FLYTRAP by Jeani Rector
39. THE HACKER by Doug Robbins
40. CLICKITY-CLACK by J. T. Seate
41. HEADS UP by Winifred Burniston
42. THE FIRES OF HELL AND AVONDALE by Julianne Snow
43. VISITING HOUR by William Holden
44. ACROSS THE STREET by J. T. Seate
45. MYTHIC by Nicholas Paschall
46. CONTEMPORARY BY PROXY by Raymond Gates
47. THE OTHER SIDE by April Bullard
48. NIGHT TERRORS by Marc Sorondo
49. THE GRUNT by Ken MacGregor
50. LOST by Jeff McFarland 





Book Description

March 28, 2013
The Dark is coming! Call your friends over. You don't want to go through this alone.

You will be taken back into the past, down to the depths of the ocean and across the borderline between our world and the next. You will see snapshots from the lives of small children, old-time cockney gangsters and aimless stoners. You will journey into the darkest house on the darkest street, wander hospital basements and take a flight in the comfort of first class. You will meet Mr Stix.

This tome includes stories by some of the best horror writers around: G. N. Braun, Carole Johnstone, Armand Rosamilia, Daniel I. Russell, Scott Nicholson, Gary McMahon, Joe Mynhardt, Kevin Lucia, Tracie McBride, Stephen Bacon, Benedict J. Jones, Blaze McRob, John Claude Smith, Tonia Brown, Mark West, Robert W. Walker, Jeremy C. Shipp, Jasper Bark, William Meikle and Ray Cluley.

Are you scared of the dark? You will be.





Book Description

October 13, 2011
Remember when you got your first doll, that loveable companion who saw you through the best and worst of days? Remember when Barbie was the doll version of who you wanted to be when you grew up? Be careful what you wish for…

In the world of Satan’s Toybox, nothing is ever what it seems, and being Barbie might not be all it’s cracked up to be. None of the dolls in these stories are the harmless comforting companions you may remember. From a haunted dollhouse to possessed porcelain dolls; you’ll find mischief, mayhem and bloody murders in these 18 tales.

You’ll find Mexican "Worry Dolls" who will make you worry, a lonely woman's cherished companions, a little girl's vehicle for revenge, a beautiful doll with a strange taste for blood, an adult movie star's look alike doll, the strange world of Barbie, an evil doll maker’s minions, a witch's influential dolls, a dollhouse with revolving occupants, living dolls who punish the criminal, a foreign clown doll intent on possession, a lonely child's one true friend, a demon doll who collects the souls of the innocent, and a doll possessed by none other than Jack the Ripper.


So go ahead, turn out the lights, cuddle up and prepare to be terrified. Just don’t take your eyes off the toybox…
 
 
 
 


Book Description

March 16, 2013
Please step inside the May December Multiplex! Check out any of our thirteen screens for tales that will titillate, tease, and terrify. Come check out a host of other nasty beasties. So pop some corn, pour a beverage of choice (alcohol is permitted provided you have appropriate ID), and pick out your most comfy seat. Yes, come in and enjoy the show. And the best part is...your ticket is good for every screen! No need to sneak from one theater to the next...it is ALL included in the price of admission! Hurry and find your seat, the show will start as soon as you are ready!

Stories by Theric Jepson, Lillian Scernica, Stuart Conover, Chantal Boudreau, Matt Kurtz, EA Black, Tom Ribas, Suzi M, D Alan Lewis, Jill Behe, Elsa Carruthers, Jay Wilburn, and Michael James McFarland.


FANTASTIC REVIEW FOR BLOOD UNDER THE MISTLETOE!



I am over the top happy with this great review from Vix Kirkpatrick. Not just for me but for my fellow authors in this diverse collection. Lisa McCourt Hollar, and Jeffrey Hollar wrote some super stories. I could not have had a better duo to write these tales with.

Read what Vix has to say about the writing styles and talents of my writing friends. I am honored to grace the pages of this great collection with them. These are two very talented authors!

Thank you, Vix Kirkpatrick!


Blaze McRob



Book Description

November 26, 2013
14 stories of the macabre written by three Masters of Horror. These tales delve into the dark side of Christmas and will leave you, not with the pleasant dreams of sugar plums and prancing reindeer, but terrifying nightmares of Santa's decapitated head, or monsters lurking on your rooftop, waiting to devour your soul. Included in this collection is the artwork of the talented Thomas Arensberg.
 
 
 
5.0 out of 5 stars have a blood filled xmas! December 21, 2013
Format:Kindle Edition
No Joyful Noise by Blaze McRob: John now lives a in a cave, after the plague. He manages to sustain his needs and many follow him due to his skills in finding food. As it is Xmas Eve they decide to sing carols to earn their supper from those that live in the houses, above ground still, protected and safe; but this is a horror book, expect a twist in the tale!

Blood Mass by Blaze McRob: The church is ready for mass but is hung over Monsignor Alfonse? He ponders the strange country wide murders, bodies drained of blood, over his thick, black coffee? As he stumbles in to church to take the offering of blood and body he soon finds out.

A Christmas Slaying by Lisa McCourt Hollar: Lisa awakes in her bed, stumbles for her first drink of the morning and gets berated by her husband, then her son decides to make her morning even worse by showing her his uniquely decorated xmas tree…..what makes this gory, well lets just say it has my favourite line I the whole book. He began singing, “Deck the halsl with bowels of Holly…” !!

In Elf Defense by Jeffrey Hollar: Oisin, the Elf, is a member of the Alfar Special Forces unit. The Snowmen are attacking, Santa is well….. Santa is something! and the Elves are committing suicide, something must be done. This is one of the best xmas horror stories I have EVER read, its cleverly thought out, well written and funny but in a ghastly way, not to mention the amazing use of words.

Ghoul Yule by Blaze McRob: poor Torget he cannot celebrate the xmas festivities, he is sad and alone, but that’s what being a dead flesh munching ghoul will do to your social life. All he wants is a nice cold beer.

A Zombie Christmas by Lisa McCourt Hollar: Jenny, Dale & Danielle; surviving as a thrown together family after the zombies have come. A xmas wish is made and Mum tries her best to fulfil it, now if only Santa would deliver too. Another very comical view of the apocalypse.

Claus and Effect by Jeffrey Hollar: Santa is an alien, I knew it! Close to the knuckles of decency in this story but riveting nonetheless. Im sure there is some moral tale in all this horror but I just enjoyed another well thought out world with every little detail accounted for.

No Time For Holidays by Blaze McRob: who are the real monsters in this tale of transformation.

Christmas in Hell by Lisa McCourt Hollar: Thomas has done some very bad things; was he a man made monster or a natural quirk? Who cares? In Hell, nobody.

Presents of Mind by Jeffrey Hollar: a man and his unique take on xmas and gift giving, it’s all in the preparation and it’s the thought that counts, right?
He Sees You When You’re Shopping by Blaze McRob: OMG this was horrific!

The End to Christmas by Lisa McCourt Hollar: toys are not being made fast enough and elf stew is on the menu, as a riot ensues and teddy parts go flying this is one messed up Santa’s Grotto.

Overlooked by Blaze McRob: the poor, murderous Blue Spruce, all he wants is a bit of tinsel.

Retribution by Blaze McRob: a Demon? The Devil? Is given an xmas eve gift of rampage, and he certainly enjoys it! A shudder to end on!
Blaze McRob is so rich in his story telling you are absorbed into his little, horror filled worlds, only to raise your head at the end of each story to gasp for breath and check your surroundings.

Lisa McCourt Hollar is very concise in her writing, she also has this marvelous sense of humour wrapped up in the horror she writes.

Jeffrey Hollar writes in a genre all his own, somewhere between horror and sci-fi with some fantasy thrown in for good chewing. He has such an expanse vocabulary that it is exciting to read the words let alone the fantastic stories he tells.

There are some “beautiful” bits of art throughout the book too, so thank you Thomas Arensberg.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

MORE SUPER BOOKS FOR GIFTS!


I have some super gift books for your perusal today. A special shout out goes to Nina D'Arcangela. Why? Well, not only is she one of the great authors in CHILDHOOD NIGHTMARES-Under The Bed, but she has some amazing projects coming out next year. She has been doing too much work for everyone else this past year. It is her time to shine. Maybe I'm a Blazing Dog for putting her on the hot seat, but I admire her work a great deal.

Hunter Shea is at his best in SWAMP MONSTER MASSACRE. But, then again, he is always at his best

T. K. Millin has a fantastic collection of flash fiction for you. You will be pulled into all of her tales.

Enter At Your Own Risk- Dark Muses, Spoken Silences, is a superb collection of Gothic Horror. Yes, I have a story in the anthology, but I could not in all good conscience fail to mention this great book. There are many super authors within the tome.

Highway to Hell - Trials and Tribulations, by Alex Laybourne is a real chiller. Alex writes with a mean pen.

More great gift suggestions. I believe you will love all of these great works!

Blaze McRob










https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/153016


Childhood Nightmares: Under The Bed

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They haunt us all.

Those whispered tales of monsters hiding under the bed, or of the demons lurking in the shadowy corner where we dare not glance for fear that seeing them will make them all too real. Oh, how the innocent landscape of a child’s imagination lends fertile soil to horrors ready to be sown on the slightest of sounds...

Tell us, who is Under the Bed? Less
They haunt us all.

Those whispered tales of monsters hiding under the bed, or of the demons lurking in the shadowy corner where we dare not glance for fear that seeing them will make them all too real. Oh, how the innocent landscape of a child’s imagination lends fertile soil to horrors ready to be sown on the slightest of sounds; the tales and the terror they wreak on our youthful minds never quite leave us.

We asked the authors in this collection to reach into the forgotten recesses of their twisted minds and share with us the tales of nightmares that can only thrive in the hidden corners of a child’s imaginings; the bogeyman under the bed, the outlandishly fiendish creature lurking in the dark, the slight murmur of sound coming from the hall… did you close the door completely?

Explore the myriad of terrors that only a child can twist from nothing into some ‘thing’ in the span of a single rapid breath. Do you dare delve into your own memories? Perhaps you’ll start sleeping with the lights on again...

Tell us, who is Under the Bed?

Contributing Authors:

Colin F. Barnes
Nina D'Arcangela
Phil Hickes
Amber Keller
Kim Krodel
Lisamarie Lamb
John McIlveen
Kate Monroe
Brandon Scott
Joshua Skye
Julianne Snow
Jack Wallen 

Book Description

October 2, 2012
The swamp belongs to them. Humans are only prey.
Deep in the overgrown swamps of Florida, where humans rarely dare to enter, lives a race of creatures long thought to be only the stuff of legend. They walk upright but are stronger, taller and more brutal than any man. And when a small boat of tourists, held captive by a fleeing criminal, accidentally kills one of the swamp dwellers’ young, the creatures are filled with a terrifyingly human emotion—a merciless lust for vengeance that will paint the trees red with blood.

Book Description

December 4, 2013
When the keeper of Twin Rocks Lighthouse is the last to hear a secret kept hidden by the towns people, he proves how deadly the forces of Mother Nature can be in, The Keeper.

After discovering a mysterious tree house deep within the Bayou, four friends learn that sometimes-scary legends can be true in, The Forbidden Tree House.

Having traveled ten million lights years from earth and landing on the planet dubbed, LBX One Nine, the crew of Deep Space Voyager sets out on an exploration into the strange barren landscape. However, the excitement of their new discovery quickly turns to horror when they find they are not alone in, The Other Side of Here.

These are just a few of the six tales of terror you’ll find in Fiction in a Flash! Each based on a different theme and under 1,500 words, you’re sure to find a story to satisfy your hunger for something new and different to read in a flash!




Book Description

September 29, 2013
Some of the most enduring masterpieces of Gothic fiction are as intriguing for the stories they don’t tell as for those they do. The voices hidden in the wall of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Black Cat;” the secrets buried beneath the earth of Sleepy Hollow in Washington Irving’s legendary Headless Horseman tale; the dreams of a monster and an ancient book with a life of its own in H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Call of Cthulhu;” and stories that reveal Polidori’s hypnotic, archetypal Vampyre as far more than what he first appears to be. In Firbolg Publishing’s third volume in the Enter at Your Own Risk series, ten modern storytellers reimagine the mysterious characters lurking within four classics of Gothic literature. As you read the original stories, a sinister whisper drifts in on a cold chill. But there are other voices beneath the whisper. You can hear them crawling out of the growing darkness. Then the whispers become a scream...

With an introduction from acclaimed author Gary Braunbeck, Dark Muses, Spoken Silences invites you into the hidden shadows of four of the most famous dark fiction tales ever told.

Are you brave enough to enter?


"Highly recommended"
Gene O’Neill
Author of Taste of Tenderloin and The Confessions of St. Zach

“Audacious, innovative, shocking – a kaleidoscope (where all the colors are dark).”
Robert Dunbar
Author of The Pines and Willy

"I am blown away by the beauty, terror and imagination of this brilliant book."
Sandy DeLuca
Author of Manhattan Grimoire and Hell’s Door

Book Description

August 14, 2013
Marcus, Helen, Becky, Sammy and Graham are no longer strangers, but friends. Pulled from the chambers of hell they thought that they had survived, that they were free to being their eternity far away from the fires and tortures that had greeted them.
They were wrong!
The group soon find themselves back in Hell, this time venturing even deeper into the netherworld. Searching for the one soul the angels’ claim they were unable to rescue, the five friends march their way to the edge of the pit, Avici. It is here, in the castle that looks into the abyss where they come face to face with both the lost soul that they seek and the King of Hell himself; Lucifer.
Nothing is as it seems however, and just as it looks as if the coast is clear they learn that the ones they thought they could trust just might be the ones they should fear the most.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

MEMENTO MORI - BY JOSEPH A. PINTO - IS TODAY'S TERROR TUESDAY!



Memento Mori, by Joseph A. Pinto, is today's Terror Tuesday! Joe has written some great stories, but I believe this is his best one to date. I have a fascination with life and death, not discarding any theories. Joe presents this tale in a most magnificent way. Bravo!

Read this tale and more by Joe and the rest of our Damned Twisted Members of The Pen Of The Damned. We take Horror to the next level!

Blaze McRob


Memento Mori

Within Mr. Vanitas’ snifter, fine Scotch swirled; it clung in languorous beads along the rim. At length, he admired its legs. Then he spoke. “And so friends, yet another month we commence together. The floor is now open.”
Nine in total shared the silence of the café. But Mr. Vanitas, he did not quite call them friends. Aficionados, perhaps. Chairs creaked anxiously. Larkish shadows, spit from the occasional candle, canvassed the walls.
“May I?” Eyes wide and far too dazzling, a middle-aged woman inquired of the room.
“Of course, Rita.” Mr. Vanitas smiled between sips of Scotch; an oaken subtleness teased the plastic smoothness of his lips. He knew the café owner forbade drinking on its premises, but fistfuls of hundreds turned the cheek of many a steely individual. Besides, no one possessed the nerve to rebuff him. Of that, Mr. Vanitas always remained quite confident.
“Thank you.” Her smile infected the gathering, eyes so very, very bright, but gourmet finger sandwiches soon passed through the room; her giddiness discarded for poached shrimp and alfalfa sprout delectability. “I died last week.”
A smattering of polite applause. “Excellent, Rita.” Mr. Vanitas, enthusiasm sincere, placed his glass down and brought his hands together. Only four meetings under her belt, and already she absorbed his teachings without question. “So very wonderful. Do you wish to share further with us?”
“Yes, Mr. Vanitas, I would. It was so much easier than I could ever have imagined, really. Completely impulsive. A car accident. The road had been very slick, and I took the turn—”
“How fast were you going?” interrupted a pudgy man jammed into a tweed coat.
Mr. Vanitas glowered at Jenson; the vibe of the café quavered. Even Rita’s eyes dimmed—just a tad. Scotch eventually moistened Mr. Vanitas’ lips back to a reassuring smile. “As you were, Rita.”
“I took the turn rather fast,” daring a curt glance toward Jenson, “and then skidded. My husband has told me countless times what to do if such a thing occurred. Of course, I ignored it all. The ravine came up quickly. The tree quicker still. I never stood a chance. Beyond that, however, I’ve sadly nothing more to recount.”
From the gathering, disappointed sighs.
“Everyone, it’s okay.” Mr. Vanitas raised a bandaged hand. “What is important is that Rita took her first step. I am so very, very proud of her. Now the next time, Rita, you must focus on the retention of your sensations. What did you smell, taste…this is most important for your development.”
She withdrew a compact mirror from her purse, dabbed makeup around the concave dent in her brow. “I will certainly strive to do my best, Mr. Vanitas.”
He nodded appreciatively. “Anyone else?” His fingers worked between his shirt buttons, scratching atop ribbons of gauze.
“Yeah.” Jenson’s meaty face shimmered—a prancing goblin—within the flickering café. “I got something.” He rose from his chair, shook the coat from his arms with a chuff. Then he yanked hard on his sweater collar, revealing a welt that ringed his neck. “Hung myself,” altogether cool and matter-of-factly, “while I had my dick in my hand.”
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” gasped Mrs. Delancy from across the room.
“I’m not shitting any of you. Rigged the noose from my attic rafter.”
Alexander Green balled his sandwich to the other side of his cheek. “I’m surprised it held.”
From the gathering, sly chuckles. “You assholes want to hear or not?”
“Now, now, Jenson,” Mr. Vanitas scolded. “We’ll have none of that.”
“Well, we’re always talking about pushing the envelope,” Jenson snorted. “I figured, why not off myself while choking my chicken, you know?”
“Autoerotic asphyxiation is what you mean.” Glancing at the disgust creasing the pruned ruins of Mrs. Delancy’s face, Mr. Vanitas silently amused himself. “And while some within our group may be somewhat…put off…by the visuals your death may induce, I will admit, it was another admirable effort on your part.”
Jenson settled back into his chair. “Yeah, well, that ain’t the best of it. My wife tried getting me down. Dumb fuck, who would’ve figured she’d stand below me? Crushed her on my way down.”
“Cheese and crackers!” Stanley Henderson covered his mouth.
Jenson chuckled, spittle spraying his jolly cheeks. “Never even had a viewing. Her family disowned her before we met, and you know we had no kids. My own kin died awhile back, and fuck knows I never needed friends. Only ones there were the funeral director and his partner.”
Mr. Vanitas eyed Jenson carefully from above the rim of his snifter. “I was not aware of that.” He pulled his gaze away, slowly scanning the group, fixating finally on a man seated in the corner of the café. “Robert.”
The gathering froze; Alexander Green shoved shrimp back into his mouth while keeping entrails from escaping the cavity of his torso; Ms. Bernadette fingered the bubbling hole in her throat. Even Jenson stiffened, jowls blue tinged.
“Robert?”
“Yes, Mr. Vanitas?” squeaked a shaky reply.
“What do you wish to share with us tonight?”
The man absently fumbled with his shirtsleeves. “I slit my wrists right after last month’s meeting, Mr. Vanitas.”
“Yes, of course you did, Robert. As well the meeting before that. And the one before that. Where is your sense of adventure?” He shook his head sadly. “I believe you’ve strayed from the intent of our group.”
From the gathering, a strained hush.
“I haven’t, Mr. Vanitas.”
Mr. Vanitas knocked back the remainder of his Scotch, then shattered the snifter upon the floor. “Memento mori! Do you know what that means, Robert?”
“No, Mr. Vanitas.”
“It means, remember that you will die. But do you understand what it means, Robert?”
A pitiful shake of his head.
Mr. Vanitas rose, lurched through the small arrangement toward the man. The gathering shrunk in their chairs. “Death is our inevitability, Robert. Born we are only so that we may die. Raised as children so that we may one day fit the black jeweled crown of death upon our skulls. Only the chosen may come to revel in its splendor, lather its sweet decay across perpetually damned flesh. We live only to die, and die only to die again. A fortunate lot, are we not?”
A resounding yes reverberated through the café. “And so we indulge ourselves, over and over again. But it’s never enough, Robert. In our deaths, we live out our agonies, our ecstasies, our artistic splendors. But it’s never enough…” his voice trailing away.
“So then we never die, do we, Mr. Vanitas? Not now…not ever?”
Mr. Vanitas paused in the middle of the room—deftly unbuttoned his shirt, bandaged fingers moving with fluid grace. It dropped to the floor, besides Jenson’s tweed coat. Exposed, the expanse of bloody bandages wrapping his torso; a fine mesh network. He picked at it, laboring meticulously, unsheathing ribbon by ribbon, layer by layer, until ruinous, smoking flesh peeked through; a glint of bared rib. Then lastly, with a wet rip, the veil of gauze that surrounded his head came unwound. Before them, Mr. Vanitas preened—bandages clutched tightly within each hand, a figure of charred wickedness. “Perhaps Jenson is better suited to answer your question.”
Jenson winced, the stench of broiled muscle full in his nose. “What are you talking about?”
“No one remained to see you off, is that not what you claimed, Jenson?”
The fat man’s eyes widened as Mr. Vanitas wrapped his dressings tightly around Jenson’s neck. “You see, Robert, we do not truly die until the very last person we know in life dies. Not until then.” He jerked mercilessly until Jenson’s final death wheezed from his throat. “I do expect you to die in the best interest of our group from this moment forward, Robert.”
~ Joseph A. Pinto

Monday, December 16, 2013

MORE SUPER GIFT BOOKS!

Here are some more great books to put you in the mood. The mood for what, you ask? Why, my dears, the mood for Horror. I highly recommend all these great books and their authors. Get ready to read some dark tales!

Blaze McRob










Book Description

June 5, 2012
Shaun is institutionalized. Traumatic events have led to his stay at Agronaville Mental Health Center, where he battles his inner demons. Witness his first group therapy session. Experience his struggle against the violent visions that threaten to consume him.

In this layered short story of horror fiction, you’ll be drawn into a psychological journey that you won’t soon forget. This tale is a gritty, emotional ride and for $0.99, I promise it’s well worth the price of admission!

What others are saying about "Getting Better":

“I didn’t expect to like this so much! The writing is flawless and the story, disturbing and intelligent”
– Rebecca Hamilton, Author of Bestselling Occult Novel THE FOREVER GIRL.

“‘Getting Better’ is a dark, gritty read that takes an interesting look at mental illness from the patient's perspective. The descriptions are smooth and detailed, and Kieran pulled me into the world of his narrative with a subtle yet powerful voice.”
– S.M. Boyce, Author of the successful dark fantasy book The Grimoire: Lichgates.

“Tyr Kieran’s Getting Better is as well-written as it is diabolical.”
— Tessa Dawn, Author of the Dark Fantasy Vampire Series: Blood Curse.

“Tyr Kieran possesses a writer’s most important gifts: the ability to seduce words into bringing his unique visions to life; the imagination to conjure those visions in the first place; and the ability to bring his readers kicking and screaming along for the ride.”
– B.E. Scully, author of the critically-acclaimed gothic horror novel Verland: The Transformation

“Wow! Holy mind f**k. Intellectually & psychologically stimulating.”
— Gina Kincade, Author & Owner at Naughty Nights Press

“A very disturbing look into psychosis. Kieran walks a very fine line between reality and fantasy in his short story "Getting Better." Beware of what you think you know as you tread the halls of insanity!”
— Alex Scully- Firbog Publishing

“★★★★★ This is a short story with a wallop! There's nothing better than a tale that sneaks up on you, toys with what you think you know, then smacks you down and reminds you that the writer is in control---"Getting Better" is just that kind of story and author Tyr Kieran is that kind of writer. This story grabs you, teases you, then when you least expect it, bares its teeth! Love a great horror short, love this story!”
— R.S. Guthrie, Author of Black Beast: A Clan of MacAulay Novel

"Tyr constructs characters with such astute degrees of insanity, perversion, and malevolence that one has to genuinely question whether he is penning his stories from a padded room somewhere."
— Dark Willy, curator of Dark Willy’s Phantasmic Circus
 
 
 

Book Description

April 20, 2012
Exotic, Erotic, Gruesome and Gory! What if your Muse really was a twisted bitch, and she lived in your spare bedroom? And how far would you go to improve your station in life? In this premiere collection by C.W. LaSart, you will find 13 gruesome tales of the macabre, from a simpleton who forms an unnatural obsession with his own backyard to a lonely woman whose suitor is not heaven-sent. These stories, ranging from the supernatural to the darkness that lives within the human heart, are sure to send a chill down your spine and a flush to your face. Certain to disturb and delight, Ad Nauseam is a walk through the twisted imagination of one of horror's rising stars.
 
 
 


Book Description

November 2, 2013
Wicked Brew is first volume of collected short stories by Allison M. Dickson, author of the terrifying thriller novel STRINGS. It features many of the favorites thousands of readers have come to know and love. From lying politicians getting their due to a friendly game of cards gone horribly wrong, there is something here to satisfy nearly every reader in search of a cautionary tale with a haunting twist.

For reference, Wicked Brew contains the following stories as well as all new author notes for each:

A Debacle of Donuts
Vermin
Taste: Part I of the Consumption Trilogy
George’s Tonic
Aria
Liar’s Tongue
A Concealed Hand
Singularity: A Binary Love Letter
Under the Scotch Broom

Be sure to also check out the second volume of collected stories, AT THE END OF THINGS, here on Amazon!






Book Description

February 21, 2013
A happy couple on a road trip make a detour. They arrive in the picture perfect town of Limbo-soda fountains, antique stores, that small town feel. But something is not right. Limbo is not what it seems to be.

Limbo, Population 458 is a short story by Vincent Hobbes
 
 
 


Book Description

December 3, 2013
Mike is back. The battle with Eliza is past. Now Mike must strike out once again in a desperate race against time as his son and best friend are succumbing to the zombie virus within them. What he does not know is that an old foe has
risen up and a more insidious threat has emerged to not just the Talbots but all of humanity.


Sunday, December 15, 2013

MORE GREAT BOOK GIFT IDEAS!


Today is Scintillating Sunday! Look at what that Blazing elf has for you today! Great authors in super genres! This is mix them up day. Horror at its extremes. Nasty buggers, but written sooo well. Gothic Vampires for Carole Gill. Ian Woodhead with balls to the wall Zombie Horror. Sweet Mary Gillgannon with Celtic majesty. Pat McDermott with a super Irish tale. And last, but by no means least, are E.A. Irwin, Aline S. Iniestra, Lori R. Lopez, Lee Pletzers, and John Irvine in a super collection of dark poetry.

I know you ffolks will find some great gifts here!

Blaze McRob













Book Description

December 11, 2013
This is the completely revised 2nd edition of The House on Blackstone Moor, the novel which begins Carole Gill's Blackstone Vampires series.

What readers say about The House on Blackstone Moor:
"Worth its weight in blood." - Indie Reader
"Finally, a real modern gothic fiction book!" - SKN Hammerstone
"The book reads like Jane Eyre or Wuthering Heights, in terms of writing absolutely amazing and captivating in style. - Christoph Fischer

-They say my father was mad, so corrupted by evil and tainted by sin that he did what he did. I came home to find them all dead; their throats savagely cut. My sisters only five and eight were gone as well as my brother who was twelve. My mother too lay butchered in her marriage bed. The bed her children were born in...-

After young Rose Baines discovers the savage murders of her family by her mad, incestuous father, she is plunged into a nightmare of hell and incarcerated in two madhouses. In time, she is helped to obtain a position as governess at Blackstone House. Nothing is as it seems for Blackstone House, and its inhabitants have numerous secrets. Amid the unimaginable horror there is love - which comes at a terrible price.

The House on Blackstone Moor is the first novel in Carole Gill's Blackstone Vampires Series. It is both a tale of the eternal struggle between good and evil, and a story of love that strives to prevail, despite all odds.

"Think Jane Eyre with demonic vampires and with sexual scenes."
"I want to put the bite into gothic romance!"
Carole Gill, Author




Book Description

February 14, 2011
5 authors tormented by dark visions have penned 15 poems each to chill the spine of Poe.


5 dark and disturbing visions for your pleasure have at last been combined into one volume.


This collection will NOT make you feel cozy and warm. It will NOT make you think of love and happiness.


No. It's designed for something much, much darker. This collection will play games with your mind and rape your soul. It will send you to the madhouse, screaming. Your warnings are for naught. Their eyes are blind, and their ears they do bleed.


But you are not of the weak, are you? You are strong of mind, spirit and body, but still me thinks you shall scream.


Do you think you're immune?

Think again.

Book Description

August 31, 2012
This edition includes the whole trilogy:  Lady of the Moon, Raven of Death and The Silver Wheel.

Visions of secret sacrifices, desperate battles, and magical transformations haunt Sirona, a young seeress struggling to save her people from the ravages of the Roman invaders. Driven from her beloved home, she shares her destiny with Cruthin, a childhood friend obsessed with seeking out the mysteries of the Otherworld, and Bryn, a warrior graced with unexpected wisdom who loves her with all his generous heart.

Sirona's journey takes her through forested glens and treacherous bogs to the land of the northern tribes and the court of the warrior queen Boudica. As Sirona risks her life and her immortal spirit to change the course of history, she discovers it is not warfare that will defeat the invaders, but magic and the intense connection of her people to the mystical forces of their homeland.

Blending history, romance, magic and mysticism, The Silver Wheel tells the story of the Celtic Britons and the triumph of the eternal forces that guide all our destinies.




Book Description

May 15, 2012
Ancient Irish traditions remain strong in a world where High King Brian Boru survived the Battle of Clontarf and established a dynasty that rules Ireland to this day. When greed for oil prompts England’s Regent to claim an Irish island in the North Atlantic, Ireland’s Crown Princess Talty becomes a pawn in a murderous plot to seize the throne of England.

From Japan to California to an eleventh century Ireland preparing for the Battle of Clontarf, Talty must hide her true identity, though she can’t hide her ingrained training as a member of the Fianna: the warriors who guard the Kingdom of Ireland. She brings home a discovery worth more than any oil well, yet all she wants is to return to her family and Neil Boru, the adoptive cousin she secretly loves and cannot have—or so she thinks. Neil has a secret of his own, one that emerges as the Boru clan works with MI6 to thwart an invasion of Ireland and bring Talty home.

Book Description

December 21, 2012
Triptych Decay collects the first three books in Ian Woodhead's Zombie Armageddon series: The Unwashed Dead, Walking With Zombies, and Infected Bodies. The Unwashed Dead - Breakspear Gardens was the roughest housing estate in the north of England. Smackheads, car thieves, burglars, violent ex-offenders, the estate had them all. The residents thought they had seen every type of subversive human behaviour, but even they weren't prepared when the dead began to walk.In the midst of this sudden explosion of zombies craving for live human flesh, A few locals manage to stay alive long enough to discover that the estate has been cut off from the outside world by gun toting soldiers. Can they avoid their recently dead friends, family and neighbours from trying to consume them to find an alternative way out of the estate? Walking With Zombies - Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Stockholm Club. Have we got a special treat for you tonight! We're privileged to have with us, a highly talented county and western singer, all the way from exotic Birmingham. I know that you'll give the lad a fantastic Yorkshire welcome. Don't forget, the first drink is on the house. Now before all you geriatric parasites slouch over to the bar and start making your way through my alcohol, I'd just also like to mention that there is a chance that some of my staff may turn into flesh eating zombies as the night wears on. In fact, I think I can confidently predict that most of you will resemble jackal stripped zebra carcasses before the dawn sun makes an appearance. So please enjoy tonight's live entertainment and drink like there's no tomorrow. Let's face it; you ain't going to be seeing it. Despite attempts to quarantine the Breakspear housing estate, the infection has somehow spread further into the city. Whole neighbourhoods are falling to the undead plague.On the outskirts, the staff and customers of the Stockholm Club have no idea that the moaning dead are slowly shambling towards them. Infected Bodies - Welcome to Greenacre Rise, a development of 135 apartments, set in the serene atmosphere of a traditional canal side Victorian mill. Fully renovated and conveniently located just two miles from the motorway, Greenacre Rise offers a vibrant mix of residential and business facilities, including a variety of retail outlets, a bar and an exclusive gym. At least, that's what the brochure says. What it doesn't say is that the Breakspear estate, one of the roughest housing estates in England, lays a couple of miles to the west of the converted mill. Deep within the estate an infection rages through the locals, turning the terrified residents into flesh eating zombies. It doesn't take long before the infection spreads... Before it reaches Greenacre Rise