Books

Anybody Want to Play WAR?

Brutal injuries can leave scars.

 

As the teenage survivor of a savage dog's rampage, it's a lesson Bryce Gallo will never forget.

 

Struggling to cope with his damaged appearance, along with a newfound fear of dogs and mounting anxieties at home and school, he flees his suburban home into the moonlit streets of St. Charles.

 

His new life is not without obstacles or enemies, he learns. The future is a battlefield. Fire and smoke loom on the horizon, and his dangerous course may see the lives of his family and friends forever changed.

The Mourner's Cradle

Damon Sharpe had in part found victory, he believed, in his battle to unearth a truth obscured by time. By autumn, he was dead, leaving to his wife Anne a house of unfulfilled wishes, remnants, and the key to the enigma of his obsession, the Mourner’s Cradle.

A journey through grief and peril delivers Anne Sharpe from her home in St. Charles to the faraway skeletons of a long-dead civilization where she will find the desperate answers she seeks…or die trying.

Pieces of Chaos

A collision of ink and paper and an awakening of possibilities. Captured within are fragments of glass, metal, bone, ice, dreams, visions, and lives.

This collection of fourteen tales blends the cosmic, the psychological, the human, and the inhuman.

Poisonous

Following the Quake of ’79, a terrible force came to the city of St. Charles. This was the Living Poison.

 

In Lilac Chambers, it may have found the perfect host. As she finds herself changing, becoming increasingly dangerous to everyone around her, it becomes apparent that her state of being is no accident of nature. She is becoming a prime vehicle for the Living Poison’s destructive swath through the streets of St. Charles.

This is the story of Lilac and those who have fallen into her path of ruin, among them a detective nearing retirement and the ringmaster of an ill-fated circus, the only ones who might stand against the horrors which would wash the streets in red and swallow the city into chaos.

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