Halloween - Book release and preview

Happy Halloween everyone!

 

With the long, cold nights and the sound of something tapping on the window that might be the branch of tree, what better way to celebrate than to read a spooky, grisly tale?

 

 

 

Stalking out of the forest of our darkest nightmares they come. Devouring everything in their paths. Awakened by the full moon. Driven by the hunger for human flesh. Werewolves! Gathered here is a collection of werewolf tales that will not only frighten, but also show that the most horrifying thing about these monsters is that they are more like us than we would care to admit. Featuring stories, poems, and illustrations by some of the best up-and-coming creators in the industry.

 

My short story 'The Red Cap Curse' is amongst this collection of brilliant poetry, artwork and stories. It is available for purchase on Amazon.

 

Lycan Lore

 

 

Ichabod Crane left Sleepy Hollow and was never seen again. Some believed he had been whisked away by the Headless Horseman but he had been hiding away in shame after a cruel trick was played on him. Five years pass - Brom Bones is discovered beheaded. Ichabod returns to Sleepy Hollow to search for the killer and gains a headless ally...

There's something strange in the air that is affecting the women. Could it really be the ghost of a Salem witch? Join Ichabod and the Headless Horseman as they try to discover whether a supernatural evil has fallen upon Sleepy Hollow or if it is the power of suggestion.
A short supernatural mystery based on and inspired by Washington Irving's 'The Legend of Sleepy Hollow'.

 

The Mystery of the Headless Husband

 

The second book in the series is underway. Here is a short preview of The Howl of the Hessian Hound:

 

The moon was high in the sky as the geese flew past. The birds were like bullets cutting through the blinding light. There was a whisper of mist as the world prepared for the longest night of the month: where autumn freezes into winter and the sun becomes apathetic.

It was a time when mothers and fathers would usher their children into bed and block the doors. Frightened that they would wander and become lost or that something might come in. Outside there was the wail of a newborn, thunderous and unmistakeably human. It hiccupped and fell quiet.

From her window a young girl watched a figure in the distance. It was a fiend. A great dark brute of a dog the size of a small horse. Its tail was docked and it ears were flattened against its head. Red - no, she looked again - yellow eyes glared back at her wide, astonished gaze.

Hanging from its mouth was a bundle swaddled in rags. Although she no longer heard the child’s cry she knew the monster had stolen it. She wanted to call out for help but her lips felt like they were gummed together. The dog disappeared down the hill. With shaking hands, the girl opened her window and climbed outside…