We Are All Monsters
The gritty streets of New Æthelstan. Christmas, 1977.
Down-and-out private investigator Harvey takes a bite of his pizza as he stares down at the body of his partner, lying there in a pool of blood with a gaping hole in his chest from where some eldritch horror ripped his heart out.
This is so wrong, Harvey thinks.
The scene, not the pizza. It was Margherita and was surprisingly good even though it was cold.
And then, just to really ruin his Tuesday, he hears a knock on the door.
It’s the police—it’s a set-up!
We Are All Monsters follows Harvey, a chain-smoking, heavy-drinking hard-boiled detective who finds himself the fall guy in a biblical-scale supernatural conspiracy involving mobsters, cultists, and ex-girlfriends. Anti-hero Harvey may not know what the Dickens is going on, but he does know that if he can’t save some weird kid before Christmas Day, all hell’s going to break loose.
Quite literally…
Grave Stories
Unearth this casket of delicious dread.
A sinister corpus of previously published stories, all new tales of gothic horror, dark fantasy, and a sequel to the novel We Are All Monsters.
Make sure you keep a light on before digging into this tome. That is before catching a hearse to the city’s Old Cemetery with its undead hordes, servitors of ancient evils, and eldritch nightmares. With its bitcoin-bro-necromancers, possessed pinball machines, and big-haired-businesswomen who stalk the shadows of its stygian streets.
Sink your fangs into stories of sacrifice and slaughter, of envy and desire, of haunting heartbreak. And bury yourself in the personal accounts of despair and redemption, of belief and betrayal, and of the abject horror of hopelessness.
Tales to bedevil your senses, possess your waking dreams, and spellbind your very soul.
Go on.
You know you’re dying to …