Victorian Ghost Story: Chapter Two

Chapter Two   The foyer fanned open, a dimly lit space made dimmer still by the layer of dust that had settled like a fine frost. Our driver deposited my suitcases just inside and left with a tip of his flat cap. A wide staircase dominated one side of the room, and the other was... Continue Reading →

🎉COVER REVEAL TIME!!!🎉

I am so very pleased and proud to reveal the cover for my upcoming YA fantasy novel, The Knight’s Daughter, illustrated beautifully by the immensely talented Jörn Meyer. 20 years from first draft to completion, Mary McThomas is coming April 1, 2020! I was originally going to release THE KNIGHT'S DAUGHTER in late April/May, but... Continue Reading →

Need A Break?

Recently I compiled a list of my most wholesome horror stories on Reddit to offer a brief, heartwarming distraction from reality. Enjoy! Fran & Jock Man Up Ring Once Guardian Breed Papa G Bad Feeling My Lucky Charm The Past Repeats The O'Sullivan Song So Much Filler Guilty Secrets Cackling Grackles Infestation Lesson of The... Continue Reading →

Between The Pages

My son loved books. If the only thing the kid ever got as a gift was books, he’d have been the happiest person on earth. No idea where he got it from; his dad and I could barely bother skimming short news articles, much less intentionally sit down to slog through a book. Cole, though.... Continue Reading →

The Broken Man

Out off the old county road, there’s a path that runs through the woods. It cuts across to what passes for a downtown around here. The trail itself isn’t much to write home about, just some wooden planks laid down to mark its edges and the occasional sign nailed to trees warning people not to... Continue Reading →

Eternal Bride

I wouldn’t say I was a lonely guy. I had people in my life, I got out of my house, I stayed relatively fit and healthy. I just didn’t have much luck in love. I know a lot of people want someone to blame in that kind of situation. The women who reject them. The... Continue Reading →

Grief Eater

I think about death a lot. Not my own, not really, anyway, but my family’s. My parents, cousins, pets. I see them die over and over again, each time more gruesome and detailed than the last. And I’m just so tired. I was seven when Grandma died. It was my first brush with death, and... Continue Reading →

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