Horror and supernatural fiction

Seatracker's Blood — something ancient stirs beneath Nantucket's waves.

The shadows hold a secret that humanity has feared for thousands of years.

The Compass has awakened, and it is calling.

Do we write our stories, or do our stories write us?

On the drowned coast of Sussex, where the marsh swallows secrets and storms carve truth from the cliffs, a pale lantern walks at dusk.

a fast-paced blaze through Hell.

Somewhere between the third and fourth dimensions — in a liminal space that smells faintly of cardamom and old starlight — there exists a coffee shop.

Port Royal thought the nightmare ended the night Jodi Daniels disappeared.