Sunday, December 18, 2022

Twenty Years of the Waggoner Mythos

 


2023 will mark the 20th anniversary of the publication of my first horror/dark fantasy novel, The Harmony Society. It was my second novel published. The first was a work-for-hire comedic erotic mystery called Dying For It, one of five novels published by the short-lived Foggy Windows Books, which came out in 2001. (But that’s a story for another day.)

In the late 1990’s I belonged to a writers’ group which counted the fantasy novelist Dennis L. McKiernan as a member. Dennis became a mentor to me, and I learned a lot from him. In addition, he was kind enough to recommend my fantasy novel True Thief to his agent, Jonathan Matson. Jonathan liked the book and called me on my thirtieth birthday to offer representation. Jonathan sent True Thief out to a number of publishers, but none ever made an offer on it.

 

While True Thief was out on submission, I decided to start working on another novel. I didn’t want to do a sequel to True Thief, but I had no idea what to write. Back then, I belonged to the GEnie network, a bulletin-board-based proto-social media site created by General Electric. (Hence the GE in GEnie.) Many other writers did too, including many well-known science fiction, fantasy, and horror authors. While I’d focused on writing fantasy novels for years, my short fiction tended to be horror, and I often hung out with horror writers on GEnie. On night during a live chat session, I mentioned that I didn’t have an idea for my next novel, and both Robert Weinberg and Tom Piccirilli told me to just start writing and see where the story took me. I’d always plotted out my novels before drafting them, but I decided to take Bob and Pic’s advice. I sat down at my computer and started typing. Years earlier, I’d had a dream of a dark angel imprisoned in a dungeon, kneeling on a stone floor, shackles binding his wrists, iron spikes driven through the backs of his legs and into the stone to hold him in place. I decided to base my story on this character, and I began with an image of the dark angel standing on a cliff, gazing down at a sea of razor-sharp silver feathers and these words: Nathan Bennett’s world first began to unravel with the death of the Dark Angel.

 

Since this was my first novel set in the real world (at least partially) I drew on my own experiences to create the story instead of writing about an imaginary medieval fantasy world. A couple years earlier, my first wife and I were living in Vincennes, Indiana, and one day we drove past a large stone building with columns, with the words THE HARMONY SOCIETY carved on the front. The structure was somber and imposing – it didn’t look harmonious at all – and for some reason I imagined the dark angel from my dream being imprisoned within. The Internet was in its infancy back then, so I couldn’t easily look up what the real Harmony Society was, but that was okay. I didn’t want reality to influence my imagination too much. Much later, when the Internet was more developed, I researched the Harmony Society, and you can read what I discovered here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harmony_Society. I’m glad I didn’t know anything about the real Harmony Society, or else I might not have used it in my book.

 

I made the main character, Nathan Bennett, a community college professor like myself, around the same age as I was (early thirties), and gave him a wife not unlike mine. My wife and I had talked about having kids (we’d eventually have two daughters) and she was pregnant at the time, so I decided to make Nathan’s wife pregnant, too. They lived in the same type of apartment complex my wife and I did, and had similar relationship problems as ours, although I gave some elements of my personality to Nathan’s wife and some of my wife’s to Nathan, just to mix things up a bit.

 

I don’t recall how long it took me to write The Harmony Society. Maybe three months? That’s how long it usually takes me to write a book, unless I have a short deadline. (I wrote the novelization of xXx: The Return of Xander Cage in two weeks thanks to not sleeping and drinking copious amounts of highly-caffeinated coffee.) I was pleased with how The Harmony Society turned out. It was weird – even for me – but it was my weird, and I felt – or maybe I hoped – I’d found my unique voice as a novelist. I sent the book to Jonathan, and my wife and I had our baby and moved into our first house before he got around to reading it. He said he liked it and was going to submit it, and I was relieved. The book had been a major artistic risk for me, and I was glad my agent didn’t think it was a big pile of steaming shit.

 

The RPG gaming company White Wolf had been publishing tie-in fiction based on their games for a few years, and they decided to branch out into publishing original horror/dark fantasy fiction. When I saw their submission guidelines, I was thrilled. They were looking for new, original takes on horror, and I thought The Harmony Society might be right up their alley. I asked Jonathan to submit it to White Wolf, he did, and I was thrilled when they made an offer. The advance they were going to give me was low – only $3000 – but it was $1000 more than what their guidelines said they offered, so as you might imagine, I was fine with that.

 

Then a few weeks later, White Wolf contacted my agent and pulled their offer, saying they were “no longer comfortable with the book.” When I asked my agent what that meant, he said, “Who cares? A no is a no. We’ll just send it somewhere else.” I’m not sure he ever did, though. Over the years I’d send Jonathan books and I never knew if he submitted them or not. They got published because I found publishers for them, or they were tie-in deals I arranged and brought to Jonathan. He negotiated better contracts for me, but I stayed with him much longer than I should have. I really liked him, and we spoke often. I learned a hell of lot about publishing from him, but I should’ve found a more proactive agent – which is exactly what my current agent Cherry Weiner is.

 

I’d been striving to become a professional author since I was eighteen, and I was severely depressed by having my first novel deal fall through. I wrote about the aftermath of White Wolf canceling the contract in a previous blog, which you can read here https://writinginthedarktw.blogspot.com/2012/04/one-that-got-away.html?m=0 if you’re interested. I wrote Clive Barker and Harlan Ellison asking if they had any advice where I could send a weird cross-genre novel like The Harmony Society. They were kind enough to reply – Clive via letter, Harlan via phone – and both were apologetic that they couldn’t help me. It hadn’t occurred to me that they were so established and famous that marketing their work to publishers wasn’t really something they had to do. I deeply appreciated their responses, though. I went on to other projects but kept an eye out for places where I can could submit The Harmony Society. In the meantime, I decided to put together my first story collection, one focused on my horror fiction, and I called it All Too Surreal, a title I thought fit my brand of weird fiction well. Author Steve Saville had started a small press called Prime Books, and I submitted All Too Surreal to him. He enthusiastically accepted the book, but before it could be published, he sold the company to Sean Wallace, and Sean was the one who eventually brought out the collection. I decided to see if he’d be interested in bringing out The Harmony Society as well. He was, and the book finally found a home. Author Gord Rollo edited the manuscript, together we picked out a cover, and The Harmony Society came to life. Back then, small presses were experimenting with giving authors a higher share of royalties in lieu of advances, and Prime was one of them. I didn’t think this approach would pay off for writers, but I decided to give it a try. It turned out I was right, but at least my collection and novel were out in the world. Later, when the rights to The Harmony Society reverted to me, Dark Regions brought it out in 2012, and it’s still with them today (and it continues to regularly bring in money for us).

 

Despite how The Harmony Society fared, I felt I was on to something with the approach I’d taken with the book, and I wrote Like Death, which would go on to be published by Leisure Books in 2005, and which started my personal and professional relationship with editor Don D’Auria, which is still going strong. I didn’t initially conceive of Like Death as belonging to the same world as The Harmony Society, but the protagonists of Like Death cameoed in Pandora Drive, and the chief antagonist of The Harmony Society – Brother Nothing – was the catalyst for the events in my third Leisure novel Darkness Wakes, so I decided all four books were connected, if only in some small ways.

 

Darkness Wakes was my last novel for Leisure, due to low sales, and while I was sad, I was happy to have had three books published with them, and happy to have met, worked with, and got to know Don, but I decided my surreal horror wasn’t something most readers wanted, so I abandoned it. (Being let go from Leisure turned out to be a blessing because when they started to tank, I was able to get the rights back to all three of my books before the company went bankrupt. Other writers had a hard time getting the rights to their books back after that.)

 

I concentrated on writing tie-ins and urban fantasy novels for a time, most of which had a horror element to them but weren’t as batshit crazy as my previous horror novels. (I still continued to write surreal horror in short stories, though.) I wouldn’t return to “Tim Waggoner” horror in novel length until 2014, when I sold my surreal zombie apocalypse novel The Way of All Flesh to Don at Samhain Books. This book wasn’t specifically connected to my burgeoning mythos, though. It wasn’t until I wrote Eat the Night for DarkFuse Books in 2016 that I returned to my mythos, and added to it by creating the entropy-fighting organization called Maintenance.

 

I created my mythos with no real plan. It just grew on its own over the years, and while both Bob and Pic passed away some years back, if they were still with us, I think they’d be pleased to know what they’re advice to just start writing led to over the course of a couple decades. I of course dedicated The Harmony Society to both of them.

 

Following is a list of places, characters, and concepts that are part of the Waggoner Mythos. It’s by no means complete. I tried to focus on the major elements, ones that occur in one form or another in multiple stories. I also tried to avoid including anything that would be too spoilery. The descriptions are from my own reference file, so there are few small bits of information that haven’t appeared in any story yet, but I don’t think any of it is spoilery either. There are some new major mythos elements in my forthcoming novels A Hunter Called Night and Lord of the Feast, but since these would definitely be spoilery, I’ve left them out.

 

OVERARCHING THEME

 

My mythos isn’t about the struggle between good and evil. It’s about the inevitability of entropy, the eventual but certain death of all existence, and how humans deal with that reality and find ways to live with it (or not).

 

THE GYRE

 

The Gyre is an immense black hole that sits at the center of all reality. It has been slowly devouring Creation since the dawn of time, and the Omniverse’s only purpose is to serve as its food. The Gyre is the ultimate expression of the concept of Entropy.

 

THE MULTITUDE

 

Godlike servants of the Gyre. Their purpose is to help break down reality for the Gyre so that it might be more easily and swiftly absorbed. They basically predigest the Gyre’s food for it.

 

SHADOW

 

The realm that exists between reality and nothingness. It’s the bleeding edge where reality is broken down and absorbed by the Gyre, and many strange creatures and beings – as well as some humans – dwell there.

 

THE NIGHTWAY

 

A vast obsidian road which travels through a world of darkness beneath a starless sky. It circles the Gyre, somehow resisting being drawn into it. No one knows if it’s a natural phenomenon or was constructed artificially by some unknown race. There are many dangers both on and off the Nightway, but some beings have managed to make their home there. Since then, I’ve written seven novels connected to my mythos, with two more contracted for which I still need to write. Readers don’t need any previous knowledge of my mythos to enjoy my books, but for those who are familiar with it, I hope it adds another level of enjoyment for them.

 

THE HARMONY SOCIETY

 

A mysterious organization dedicated to one goal: domination of the Dark Angel, one of the last surviving Umbral. Brother Nothing is the leader. Other members are the time-traveling hitman Mr. Bones, the Pennyman, and the serpent-like Ssssister. Brother Nothing is one of the most powerful members of the Multitude.

 

THE UMBRAL

 

A race of Dark Angels who were the Architects of the Omniverse. When they learned the truth about the Gyre – and what was ultimately going to happen to their creation – some of them became the first of the Multitude to help process the Omniverse faster and more efficiently. Only a few true Umbral exist now, and the Multitude are always trying to find them and “help” them understand the Truth – one way or another. The Umbral are in hiding and on the run and have been for trillions of years. The remaining Umbral are the ones who founded Maintenance. The world where the Umbral shed their wings to become the Multitude is the one featured at the beginning of The Harmony Society where there’s a massive sea of razor-sharp silver feathers.

 

BROTHER NOTHING

 

A thin man in an old white suit that’s become yellowed with age. He is the head of the Harmony Society, and some say the other members are only manifestations of him. He is one of the Multitude, perhaps the most powerful of them all, and is the prime representative of Entropy in the Omniverse. Some say he may be an avatar of the Gyre itself.

 

MAINTENANCE

 

An ancient organization of humans created to counter the Multitude’s efforts to speed up entropy. Their goal is to slow entropy as much as they can. There is nothing they can do to stop it. They see their role as slowing the Gyre’s mindless devouring of reality, making its meal more flavorful and last longer. Their motto: “Flavor to the feast.” They are overworked and underpaid, and given that they know their mission is ultimately futile, their morale isn’t exactly high.

 

THE CABAL

 

A crimson-robed group of men and women, all of whom are mutated to one degree or another. They inhabit the Vermilion Tower, located on the Nightway, and their purpose it to maintain the balance between Shadow and reality on Earth. They’ll do anything it takes to fulfill this purpose, no matter the cost.

 

TAINTED PAGES

 

A bookstore specializing in mystic and arcane tomes. It exists in all realities and may even be found in different towns on the same Earth. Owned by an enigmatic being known as the Proprietor or sometimes The Bookman. The Proprietor also collects humans that have been turned into books, and he keeps these in his private collection.

 

THE STYGIAN MARKET

 

An interdimensional market where all manner of things may be sold or purchased. It’s gigantic but it’s often accessed via a portal in a smaller structure, such as a barn or abandoned house.

 

THE BLACK TRUST

 

A worldwide consortium of businesspeople who trade in items and services of the darkest nature. Their goods come at an extremely high – and often hidden – price. (This will make its first appearance in The Atrocity Engine.)

 

ARCANE TOMES

 

The Book of Oblivion, The Book of Masks, The Book of Depravity, The Book of Madness (also known as The Insanitarium). Every use of these books breaks down reality to a greater or lesser degree, and that’s why they were created by the Multitude and sent to Earth. A member of the Multitude sacrificed themselves to become each book. The books cannot be copied word for word, but they can be imperfectly copied

 

FICTION IN THE WAGGONER MYTHOS

 

The works in the following lists all take place on the same Earth. The novels The Way of All Flesh and We Will Rise exist in the same Omniverse as the other stories, but they take place on different Earths.

 

Novels

 

The Harmony Society (2003), Like Death (2005), Pandora Drive (2006), Darkness Wakes (2006), Eat the Night (2016), The Mouth of the Dark (2018), They Kill (2019), The Forever House (2020), Your Turn to Suffer (2021), A Hunter Called Night (2023)

 

Forthcoming: Lord of the Feast, The Atrocity Engine, The Book of Madness, The Desolation War (These last three novels are a trilogy.)

 

Novellas

The Men Upstairs (2012)

Short Stories

Featuring psychologist and occult detective Ismael Carter: “The Grabber-Man” (2017) and “The Empty Ones” (2019), both in Occult Detective Monthly.

I consider a number of my other short stories as also belonging to my mythos, at least thematically, but I haven’t clearly established them as such.

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My Mythos Work

If you’re interested in reading any of my Waggoner Mythos fiction, here’s a link to my Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Tim-Waggoner/author/B001JP0XFM?ref=ap_rdr&store_ref=ap_rdr&isDramIntegrated=true&shoppingPortalEnabled=true

Your Turn to Suffer

The ebook edition of Your Turn to Suffer has been on sale for 99 cents for a week or so. I don’t know how much longer the sale will last, but it might well be over soon, so if you’re interested in snagging a cheap e-copy, do it now! (I’m writing this on 12/18/2022, so if you’re reading this an significant length of time past this date, the sale is likely over.)

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Your-Suffer-Fiction-Without-Frontiers-ebook/dp/B08CVSNW16/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1670613690&sr=1-1

 

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/your-turn-to-suffer-tim-waggoner/1137330372?ean=9781787585201

 

Google: https://books.google.com/books?id=osPwDwAAQBAJ

 

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/your-turn-to-suffer

Synopsis: Lorelai Palumbo is harassed by a sinister group calling themselves The Cabal. They accuse her of having committed unspeakable crimes in the past, and now she must pay. The Cabal begins taking her life apart one piece at a time – her job, her health, the people she loves – and she must try to figure out what The Cabal thinks she’s done if she’s to have any hope of answering their charges and salvaging her life.

 

“This story reads like one of those nightmares you wake up from only to learn you're still sleeping and experiencing a nightmare...except that it just continues like a Russian nesting doll of nightmares within nightmares. The narrative paints a distorted and dreamlike allegory, showcasing how guilt, even (or especially) when associated with long-forgotten – or suppressed – memories can weigh heavily on us.” – Domus Necrophageous

 

Scheduled Appearances

 

Scarelastic Book Fair. Scarlet Lane Brewing. McCordsville, Indiana: February 28.

 

Authorcon 2. Williamsburg, Virgina: March 31-April 2.

 

Stokercon. Pittsburgh: June 15-18.

 

Where to Find Me Online

 

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Monday, November 28, 2022

The Last Christmas Present

 


I was going through some of my old papers the other day, and I ran across a yellowed newspaper article that contained my first published story. Since it was a Christmas tale, I thought I’d share it with you here on my blog as the holiday season ramps up. The story was published in 1982, only a few days after my eighteenth birthday. The picture above is my senior class photo, and it accompanied the article. (Did I really used to have that much hair?)

 

I wrote this story for my creative writing class my senior year in high school, and even though it’s not a horror story, it was inspired by a story I read in one of Warren Publications horror magazines, Creepy or Eerie (I can’t remember which). That story was about the last surviving Christmas elf, but he was a crazed, grotesque thing who killed an abusive parent as a gift to the two children being abused. The idea of the last Christmas elf trying to keep Santa’s legacy alive fascinated me, but I thought the original story wasted the premise. What would it be like for the last elf? What would he think and feel? What would he do with himself? How could he keep on going? I wrote “The Last Christmas Present” to explore the answers to these questions.

 

I was more than a little worried that I was plagiarizing the original story, but I told myself that while I took the basic premise, I went in a very different direction with it. Besides, there’s that old quote from T.S. Eliot, “Good writers borrow. Great writers steal.”

 

Mrs. Vagedes was so impressed by my story that she decided to read it aloud to the class. She didn’t name me as the author. She said whoever the author was could reveal him or herself if they wished when she was finished. I was very proud that Mrs. Vagedes read my story, and when she was finished, I wanted to tell the class I was the author, but I couldn’t. A lot of kids in school thought I was weird, and I was afraid they’d view the story differently if they knew I’d written it. I wanted them to appreciate the story for what it was. Stephen King once said, “It’s not the story. It's he who tells it,” and while I believe that’s true, I wish I’d have enough confidence back then to claim my story in front of the class. Still, when the story was published, maybe some of my fellow students saw the article and realized the truth.

 

When Mrs. Vagedes read the story aloud, she couldn’t bring herself to say the word Dammit. I forget what she replaced it with. Darn it, probably. She later apologized for the substitution, saying that the original word was appropriate for the story, but she didn’t feel right saying it. I told her I understood, and I did – mostly. I figured it was probably a religious thing for her, but I didn’t ask.

 

Not long after the story was written, I discovered I’d been named Writer of the Month at my school, which surprised the hell out of me because I’d had no idea that we even had a Writer of the Month. I suspect that I might’ve been the only one that year, and maybe the only one ever.

 

I’m not sure how, but a reporter for the Miami Valley Wednesday News – a paper I’d never heard of (the town newspaper was The West Milton Record) – called my house and said her paper wanted to publish my story and that she wanted to interview me for an article to accompany the story. So not only was this my first published story, it was my first interview as an author too!

 

I was supposed to drive to her house for the interview. (Can you imagine anyone doing that now? They’d want to meet the interviewee somewhere in public if they didn’t have an actual office.) I had no idea how to dress, but I figured it was an important occasion, so I wore my three-piece brown suit. God, I must’ve looked ridiculous to the reporter, but she was kind enough to show no reaction to my outfit.

 

I don’t recall the reporter’s name, and she didn’t receive a byline when the article was published, which is a shame. I’d love to try to track her down and tell her how this one published story grew into a (so-far) forty-year career.

 

The article and story were originally published in the Miami Valley Wednesday News, March 18, 1982, and I’ve reproduced it below with only minor changes. I fixed a couple tense errors and made a clearer indication of the scene break.

 

What do I think of this story after all these years? I’m pleased to see that I wrote with an immersive point of view and included a strong emotional core, both things I still strive to do to this day and try to pass on to my own students. Did I choose the name Tommy because it was close to Tim? Maybe, I don’t recall. At the time I wrote the story, I had no intention of being a teacher, but I’d always been fascinated by the different ways teachers taught, so I suppose it was inevitable that I eventually became one. Did my experience in Mrs. Vagedes’ class – the only creative writing class my high school offered at the time – inspire me to go on to teach creative writing? It was a piece in the puzzle, that’s for sure, and when I dedicated Writing in the Dark: The Workbook to all the creative writing teachers I’ve had throughout the years, I made sure to include her. So in a way, I guess this article and story represents my beginning as a creative writing teacher too.

 

 

SHORT STORY EARNS HONORS

 

Tim Waggoner, a senior of Milton-Union High School who plans to attend Wright State University where he will major in theater, has been named writer of the month by the high school English department in connection with a program designed to enhance student writing abilities.

 

As a student enrolled in a creative writing class taught by Linnette Vagedes, Waggoner turned in a short story entitled, “The Last Christmas Present.”

 

Mrs. Vagedes explains “Tim’s paper was selected from all high school English classes as tops. It has a marvelous underlying theme which is so typical of Tim who always comes up with such creative ideas.”

 

The son of Mr. and Mrs. Orville Waggoner, Tim was field commander of the high school marching band this past season and is a member of the Milton-Union Drama Club. He has the lead role in that organization’s upcoming production of “A Thousand Clowns” to be presented March 26 and 27 at the high school. Waggoner plays the part of Murray Burns, an unemployed non-conformist in his late 30s.

 

Following is the text of Waggoner’s short story which he has given the Miami Valley Wednesday News permission to publish.

 

THE LAST CHRISTMAS PRESENT

BY TIM WAGGONER

 

Sven closed the door in the face of the mounting snow storm. He stood for a second, staring at the ancient, splintered door and listening to the whistling of the wind as it flung particles of ice against the cracked window pane. He removed his tattered grey cloak, shook it once to remove the snow, and placed it upon a nail that had been driven into the wall for lack of a coat rack. Sven walked over to the small table in the center of the room upon which a candle, Sven’s last, burned, providing the only illumination in the small hut.

 

He stared at the candle’s flickering flame for a second, deeply inhaling the aroma of melting wax as it dripped onto the table, congealing into a molten mass that surrounded the candle. Sven rubbed his chin and began to speak softly, more to hear the sound of a voice than anything else.

 

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Kris? Lots of things have happened since you died: new countries forming, bombs being made, world wars . . . I tell you, Kris, sometimes I wish I had gone with you.” Sven sighed and began to drum his fingers on the table.

 

“Two hundred and 50 years, Kris. I’ve stayed here, even after all the rest left. For all I know, I’m the last one. Do you know what it’s like to be alone for two hundred and 50 years, Kris?” Sven took a ragged handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed away a forming tear.

 

“And do you know what the kicker is, Kris? It’s Christmas Eve. We used to have the best Christmasses in the world, didn’t we? Maybe we never made it around the earth in a night like the stories say, but you always made sure that those who needed it the most got it, didn’t you Kris? After the others left, I tried to carry on, but without them and, most importantly, without you, I just couldn’t. You were Christmas, Kris; and when you died, Christmas died for me. For the others, too, that’s why they left, but I just couldn’t. Too many memories tied to this place: memories I couldn’t leave.” Sven sat quietly for a second, listening to the howl of the storm.

 

“I don’t have anything left, Kris. My whole life was giving and I have nothing left to give . . . and no one to give it to.”

 

Sven suddenly wished desperately that he had another person to talk to. He took his cloak off the nail and bundled it around himself as he once again braved the blinding snow storm. He went to the stable, which had seen many animals in its time, but was now the residence of one lone, old reindeer. Sven opened the door to the animal’s stall.

 

“C’mon Star, let’s go.”

 

 

 

Sven stood on the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse. The moon shone down on the pristine blanket of snow which for a time, disguised the filth, the snow just made it easier to ignore. Sven had given Star her freedom after she had borne him to this city. He realized she might not see another Christmas and wanted her to spend her remaining days with others of her own kind, if she could find them.

 

Sven heard noises coming from a nearby alley. He looked down and saw a young boy, perhaps only 12 or 13 years old, rummaging through a garbage can. Sven descended the fire escape and in moments stood beside the boy, whose head was buried in another trash can. The boy turned and saw Sven watching him.

 

“Are you gonna hurt me mister?” asked the frail, toeheaded youth.

 

“Who me?” answered Sven. “Do I look like a mugger?”

 

“Well, you are kinda short,” replied the boy. [NOTE from Old Tim: I have no idea what the hell this is supposed to mean!]

 

“My name’s Sven, what’s yours?”

 

“Tommy,” answered the youth and shook Sven’s outstretched hand.

 

“Tommy, what’s a nice kid like you doing going through garbage cans on Christmas Eve?”

 

“I’m looking for something to give my mom and my little sister.”

 

“Why don’t you just buy your gifts like everyone else?”

 

“Can’t. I only make enough to feed us. Well . . . it’s almost enough.”

 

“Why, doesn’t your father work?”

 

“He died last year. Tonight in fact.”

 

“Just like Kris,” thought Sven.

 

“Well, I gotta get going now. Mom’ll start worrying if I’m gone too long. Wish I woulda found something for them.”

 

Sven watched as Tommy turned and walked away, not sure whether to cry or to scream with rage and unable to do either.”

 

“Dammit,” he thought, “that’s exactly the kind Kris always helped. The Lord helped those who helped themselves and Kris helped those who couldn’t. Why can’t I have anything left worth . . .” And then Sven heard it. The sound. He looked up and saw Tommy standing in the middle of the street, transfixed by a pair of headlights that bore down upon him. With the nimbleness of his kind, Sven bounded across the alley and into the street. Sven reached Tommy just before the car did. He pushed Tommy out of harm’s way. Tommy tumbled into a snowdrift, unhurt, as the car roared on into the night. Sven wasn’t so lucky. Tommy ran over to the small crumpled mass of limbs and bent down. Sven looked up into Tommy’s eyes and smiled. He whispered something and died.

 

Tommy wasn’t sure, but he thought it sounded like “Thanks Kris.”

 

 

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A Hunter Called Night Up for Preorder



My next novel for Flame Tree press, A Hunter Called Night, is available for preorder. The book will be out on May 9, 2023. Here’s a synopsis:

 

A sinister being called Night and her panther-like Harriers stalk their quarry, a man known only as Arron. Arron seeks refuge within an office building, a place Night cannot go, for it’s part of the civilized world, and she’s a creature of the Wild. To flush Arron out, she creates Blight, a reality-warping field that slowly transforms the building and its occupants in horrible and deadly ways. But unknown to Night, while she waits for the Blight to do its work, a group of survivors from a previous attempt to capture Arron are coming for her. The hunter is now the hunted.

 

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Writing Tie-Ins Panel

 

I was honored to participate in Con-Tinual's panel on writing tie-ins, along with

Jonathan Maberry, Chris A. Jackson, Susan Griffith, James P. Nettles, Harry Heckel, and Bobby Nash. Check it out!

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WyUXuKM3IjQ

 

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