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Think of what late greats James Herbert and Richard Laymon may have given birth to had they ever collaborated Richard Chizmar Welcome to the long awaited collection from the writer of horror novels ‘Pede and Tenebrion; a forword by Richard Chizmar (co-author of Gwendy’s Button Box and author of A Long December),18 short stories, 5 flash fiction and even a poem - all skin-crawling, soul-shredding tales of terror, of the darkest things that skulk amongst the night’s inky shadows, and of the everyday gone horribly awry. Discover the alternative implication of technology becoming self-aware, enjoy the acquaintance of a charismatic new pastor who promises his flock a brand new place in which to worship his God, and spend a little time in the company of a nice young man who is inexorably caught up in his home town’s terrible secret. Then there is Cupid’s revelation that personally he has never experienced love, yet we discover that very emotion alive and not so well amongst the ruins of a post zombie apocalypse world, and we bear witness to a childhood innocence forever destroyed in a war-torn city. Observe, too a particularly unsavory individual’s obsession with the ever-elusive snuff movie, and then join an elderly bunch of forgetful sleuths out to solve the mystery of the brutal deaths that seem to occur with alarming regularity at their memory care facility. Now, have you ever considered what may happen should you have the misfortune to bump into your family’s doppelgangers on a long, tedious road trip? And can you even begin to imagine being the doting father who eventually realizes the apple of his eye’s true identity, or the parents who spend what is left of their crumbling lives waiting by the all too silent telephone for news of their addict son? There is more, Dear Reader, much, much more; for within these pages we have devils, demons and ghosts, lycanthropes and demi-gods, all rubbing nefarious shoulders with vilest of Hell’s offspring who have slithered from the netherworld to doff their caps and wish us all the sweetest of dreams…
