Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Night Conjurings: Tales of Terror by Harvey Click

release date: October 13, 2016
sub-genre: Horror

About Night Conjurings:

Ghosts, vampires, demons, serial killers, and other deadly denizens of the dark haunt this collection of chilling short stories by horror master Harvey Click.
·         An unhappy and unloved boy summons a substitute mother—with sharp teeth.
·         Two teenage boys learn it’s better to leave a spooky abandoned house alone.
·         Can ghosts kill? Denise is about to find out the hard way.
·         When her creative writing instructor offers to teach Kathy how to write a horror story, she finds herself trapped inside one.
·         A man discovers he may be a killer, though he can’t remember the murders.
·         A man with a terrible past, a wizard from the dark side of the moon, and a pitchfork perform a dark drama of murder and madness.
·         A time traveler attempts to bring his dead fiancée back to life.
·         Many people wish to be ageless, but what happens when an immortal woman begins to lose her mind?
·         An artist literally draws a dead woman out of her grave.
·         An elderly woman seeks to recover her forgotten past, but some things are better left forgotten.
·         A petty swindler tries to buy good luck but ends up with the sort of luck nobody would want.
·         And finally, a brief fable about a box of very sharp silence.

Night Conjurings is 99c until November



The pit was no deeper than a bathtub. A large number of snakes were writhing inside it, and beneath them was something that looked like a child’s body. Kneeling at the edge, Butch reached down, grasped one of the snakes, and threw it out of the pit to the other side.
It looked to Brad like a copperhead. “Damn, those things are gonna bite you!” he said.
“Hush! I know what I’m doing, I do this every day. Snakes like her—she draws them like a magnet.”
He threw out another one and another, seemingly oblivious to the fangs as his hand darted down again and again to grasp yet another. Brad saw a growing carpet of snakes writhing angrily on the other side of the pit, and he was afraid they’d slither through the shadows over to the side where he stood. He was so intent on watching the floor near his feet that he scarcely glanced at the body lying at the bottom of the pit.
Butch threw out the last snake, stood and took the lantern from Brad. He held it up high and gazed down at the horrid figure. At first Brad thought it was the body of a naked girl, because it was female and no more than four feet tall, but the breasts were womanly.
It appeared to have been dead for a while because the skin was slate-gray and looked slimy, as if it was seeping some sort of putrescence. The face was sunken, its skin stretched tight over the cheekbones and the shut eyes sunk deep in their sockets. The skull was hairless and oddly shaped, the cranium large and the chin small and delicate. The lips were black or maybe dark purple, the nose was small and childlike, and the ears were large and pointed at the top. The small hands were crossed above the belly like hands in a casket, their nails long and black like talons.
Aside from the sunken features and the gray, slimy skin, the body didn’t seem to have decomposed, and the odor around the pit wasn’t like a rotting body but more like some sickeningly sweet flower. Brad held his bandana against his nose.
Child or woman, it didn’t look altogether human, and Brad suddenly realized it was probably a plastic dummy that had been used in a carnival sideshow. He wondered how Butch had gotten his hands on it.
“What is it?” he whispered.
“She ain’t an it, she’s a she,” Butch said quietly. “Her name is Kadava.”
“How do you know that?”
“She told me.”
“You’re nuts. That thing’s not alive.”
“Wanna bet?”
Butch held the cage trap above the pit and unlatched the door. The figure’s eyes snapped open as the terrified rabbit fell, and the small hands shot up and snatched it out of the air. The rabbit shrieked, but the sound was cut short when one of the talon-like fingernails sliced its neck open.
The little gray woman held the rabbit’s gaping throat to her mouth, slurping and swallowing noisily as the blood poured into her mouth.

About Harvey Click:


Harvey Click, author of Demon Frenzy, Demon Mania, The Bad Box and The House of Worms, earned an M.A. in English from Ohio State University, writing a novel for his master’s thesis. He has written five other novels, four of them in the horror genre, and numerous short stories. He has taught English and creative writing for Ohio University, Ohio State University, the James Thurber House, and OSU’s Creative Arts Program.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Beacon's Hope (Potomac Shadows, Book 2) by Jim Johnson

Release date: October 19, 2016
Subgenre: Urban fantasy

About Beacon's Hope:


When Rachel Farran accepted her calling to become a new Beacon, a reborn Fate and weaver of ley magics, she barely understood the world she was diving into. Lost souls, poltergeists, an ancient magical journal, and more await her in her journey, and she has to balance all of that with time for her girlfriend, training her magical ally Malcolm, and oh yeah, also trying to find a job to help make ends meet. It's enough to make a girl go crazy!

Beacon's Hope is the second book in Potomac Shadows, a paranormal fantasy series set in the Washington, D.C. metro area. Grab your copy today!


Malcolm shook his head, and in a flash of blue and bronze etherics, sped toward Trench Coat and grabbed his gun in one blurringly fast burst of speed. My eyes widened as I spread my hands to move the ley shield along with him.
There was a burst of bronze light and then a ripple in the air arcing away from Malcolm and Trench Coat. The thugs on the same side of the SUV stumbled back. Malcolm backed away from Trench Coat, but never lost the grip on his ley threads.
I focused on Trench Coat. The pistol in his hand had sort of melted and fused into a jagged plastic and metal lump that steamed like it had been super-heated. He took one look at the thing then dropped it, shaking his hand. “God damn!”
Malcolm stared at him and then at the others. “Y’all better get on out of here or I’ll burn down every last one of you.”
I guessed Trench Coat was the leader of this little band. He blinked a few times and then somehow found a backbone. “Maybe I just have my boys open up on you and your girl here?”
Whoa. That’s it. I took a few long steps toward Malcolm and plastered a grin I sure didn’t feel on my face. “Hey, now, no need to get like that.” I rapidly worked the ley threads and pulled the shield around to stand between Trench Coat and Malcolm and I. “How about we just call this even and go our separate ways?”
Trench Coat stared at me. “There ain’t no even. Your boy here took something from Buster Jay. He wants it back.”
I shot a glance at Malcolm. Crap. Trench had to be talking about Malcolm’s sister, who had a recent unfortunate run-in with Buster Jay and was still in therapy for it, last I’d heard.
Malcolm shook his head, and again I got that buzzing sensation from him, like he was ready to just open up on all these dudes right now. Not good at all.
I took a chance and stepped in front of Malcolm and faced Trench Coat. “Look, friend. My buddy here has had a real bad month and is just this close to going off on some post-traumatic craziness. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
Trench stared at me and then past me toward Malcolm. “You gonna let this slip of a girl talk for you?”
Oh, crap. I sensed the power rush before I felt it, and, in the space of a heartbeat, I adjusted my control on the ley shield and shifted it to catch the fireball of energy Malcolm loosed toward Trench. I wrapped the threads around the fire and flexed my shield to contain the blast. There was another concussive burst of energy. This one knocked all of us off our feet and shattered the windows of the Suburban. I glanced back at Malcolm’s Mustang. I must have had the presence of mind to deflect the blast away from his car.



About Jim Johnson:

Jim Johnson was born about the same time Apollo XII landed on the moon and shares a birthday with the Kindle. He is the author of the Pistols and Pyramids weird western series and the Potomac Shadows urban fantasy series. He's also written a bunch of other stuff in and around the SFF genres and pen and paper RPGs.

In rare moments when he's not writing or publishing, Jim plays board games and card games, eats more pizza than he really should, and makes a brilliant bowl of popcorn. He also likes to live dangerously by running last click.

Jim lives in Alexandria, VA with his wife, son, and three cats.

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Monday, October 24, 2016

Monster Maelstrom - A Halloween Flash Fiction Anthology, edited by George Donelly

Release date: October 16, 2016
Subgenre: Short fiction collection

About Monster Maelstrom


24 Extremely Short Halloween Stories for your Briefest Moments

From a Hillary Clinton stripper to mythical beast-women in the harsh Scandinavian tundra and from an unusual band of steadfast teddy bears to the last man in zombie-occupied Chicago, fill your briefest moments with pulse-pounding frights and off-beat chuckles with this collection of 24 flash fiction stories.

Commuting to work? Grabbing a quick coffee? Each story tells a complete tale in but a few short minutes with the added promise of a lifelong introduction to new indie writers.

You never know, you might just find your next favorite author.

Monster Maelstrom, the second anthology in the Flash Flood series, is a hand-picked selection of master works in humor, horror and fantasy themed for Halloween and guaranteed to keep you engaged.

Sign up now to get free copies of book 1, Bite-Sized Stories, and future flash fiction anthologies themed for Christmas, Valentine's Day, May the 4th and Independence Day.

Available for free at:

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About George Donnelly:

Author of dystopian, conspiracy and space opera science fiction novels that shatter the page-turning limits of freedom and the heart-thrilling cavitations of love, George Donnelly terraforms his topopolis-to-be at 22,000 KPH in near-Earth orbit, in his spare time. Former altar boy turned truancy fugitive, George is an expat vagabond who prefers zombies to aliens but is primed for any meatspace apocalypse minus grey goo. Relieve the solitude of his forlorn cryostatic exile by visiting


Friday, October 21, 2016

Speculative Fiction Links of the Week for Oktober 21, 2016

Here is our weekly round-up of interesting links about speculative fiction from around the web, as aklways  with the usual mix of awards news, writing advice, interviews, reviews, awards news, con reports, crowdfunding projects, science articles and free online fiction. 

Speculative fiction in general:


Writing, publishing and promotion:




Con reports:

Science and technology:

Free online fiction:

Odds and ends: