Featured on List of Ten Dark Fantasy Books Horror Fans Will Love
I woke up today to an email from Wiki.ezvid telling me they placed me in a list, (#4) to be exact, of ten dark fantasy books horror fans will love.
Review: Dead Spots by Rhiannon Frater
In the dead spots, dreams become reality, terror knows your name, and nightmares can kill you.
The stillbirth of Mackenzie’s son destroyed her marriage. Grieving, Mac reluctantly heads for her childhood home to seek refuge with her mother, who constantly reminds her of life’s dangers.
Driving across Texas, Mac swerves to avoid hitting a deer…and winds up in a dead spot, a frightening place that lies between the worlds of the living and the dead. If they can control their imaginations, people can literally bring their dreams to life—but most are besieged by fears and nightmares which pursue them relentlessly.
Mackenzie’s mother and husband haunt her, driving her to the brink of madness. Then she hears a child call for help and her maternal instincts kick into overdrive. Grant, Mac’s ally in the dead spots, insists Johnny is a phantom, but the boy seems so real, so alive….
As the true horrors of the dead spots are slowly revealed, Mackenzie realizes that time is running out. But exits from the dead spots are nearly impossible to find, and defended by things almost beyond imagination.
New Rełease Dates for The Dark World Series!
I was getting out of work when I got an awesome email from Hannah Yancey, the current managing editor/marketing person, and you can imagine my pleasure at it being about my release dates.
They’d (Permuted) sent out mass release dates to all authors on their authors I’d say a year ago or so, that was when I learned my books wouldn’t be coming out yearly (like I’d put in my contract), but monthly. They were due to come out February, March, April, May, and then November, respectively of 2016…..
Review of White Walls and StraitJackets
It sits in the squirmiest parts of your mind and body until (I imagine) you can’t take it anymore and have to stop reading. I assume. This didn’t happen to me. I, with some sort of immensely morbid fascination, couldn’t stop reading the damned thing.