Showing posts with label Dark Tide. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dark Tide. Show all posts

Friday, August 25, 2023

The Dead Shall Rise (Dark Tide, Book 10) by Jay Wilburn, Armand Rosamilia and Erin Louis

 

Release date: August 25, 2023
Subgenre: Horror, Zombies

About The Dead Shall Rise:

 

 They’re coming to get you, Brave Reader.

“Prepare Because Death is Coming” by Jay Wilburn: "Take this and bear the warning." When a messenger arrives at Dry Stretch, warning that a horde of zombies is heading their way forty years after the fall, Bay scoffs at the news. But a 'full body' meeting is called. Ethic is sent north to scout, but in Dry Stretch, no one is preparing. No one is repairing the walls. A William Faulkneresque story of the dead set in a dystopic dust-bowl town.

“Zombie Diner” by Armand Rosamilia: A family finds themselves on the wrong side of the zombie apocalypse while on vacation in Florida…

“Dance with the Dead” by Erin Louis: Tiffney is expecting just another night at the strip club. But when a customer goes berserk in the VIP room, things take an unexpectedly bloody turn. Stuck with a cocaine raddled manager and a shady club owner. Tiffney faces the unimaginable and is forced to turn her coworkers into allies to fight the evil that has taken over the club. Together they have to fight to stay alive.

This Zombie horror anthology is perfect for fans of post apocalyptic survival, The Walking Dead series, zombie apocalypse, and World War Z.

Proudly represented by Crystal Lake Publishing—Tales from the Darkest Depths.


Excerpt:

 

Prepare Because Death is Coming

Jay Wilburn

 

1

 

I was there when the messenger died on the edge of our territory, out by the green highway sign that read Dry Stretch in a language none of us spoke or read any longer. My dad was there to see and hear it too. So was Ethic Hanover, who was the loudest voice in favor of taking the messenger’s story seriously. My mother showed up later, hustling me and my brothers away before I could hear all of it. Eventually, all of Dry Stretch would be gathered to discuss it.

The messenger was chewed up good, like the stories of what it was like when the undead were everywhere and humankind was on the brink of extinction, the way the traveling evangelists talked of it in church revivals. His clothes were torn. Blood around his crescent wounds dried black and gummy. The puncture points of the dull teeth (because zombie teeth are our teeth), of course, were swelled up; angry and red around the edges with pink rivulets of blood infection worming out from the festering bites. The poor bastard was hot with the fever of it, just like in the old days before my time, before my dad’s time; back before most people younger than Granby could remember, except from the tellings. His open sores wept green and slimy off his pallid skin and into poisonous mud in the dust of our road.

I thought he was babbling deliriously at first because he stuttered so much before he got the first real words out from where he curled on his side, squinting up between the three of us into the sun. “The zombies, a horde as broad as the horizon, sweeps the land and comes this way to fell all before it. Prepare, for they come for you all. Bear me witness.”

“Nonsense,” my father breathed out, denying him witness instead.

“Bay,” Ethic said without looking up from the infected dying man. No more reproach than that, just my father’s name said evenly. Could have been reproach or a substitute for shut up. Could have been shock at my father’s quick and dismissive response despite the evidence before our eyes. My father had used the uttering of my name on countless occasions for countless meanings.

My dad glared at the side of Ethic’s face for a goodly count of time, a face he’d whisper against soon.

 

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About the Authors:


Jay Wilburn was an author of horror and speculative fiction that lived in coastal South Carolina near Myrtle Beach. He taught public school for sixteen years before becoming a full-time writer. His signature series is the Dead Song Legend Dodecology and for younger readers, The Lake Scatter Wood Tales. 

 

Armand Rosamilia is a New Jersey boy currently living in sunny Florida, where he writes when he's not sleeping. He's happily married to a woman who helps his career and is supportive, which is all he ever wanted in life...

He's written over 200 stories that are currently available, including crime thrillers, supernatural thrillers, horror, zombies, contemporary fiction, nonfiction and more. His goal is to write a good story and not worry about genre labels.

He also loves to talk in third person... because he's really that cool. Maybe.

You can find him at https://armandrosamilia.com for all of his information as well as random things he enjoys.

 

Erin Louis is a former adult entertainer, with a love of books, writing and humor. My job has given me a unique perspective on life. I spent twenty years as an exotic dancer on and off and started writing nonfiction as a way to shed light on a misunderstood industry and profession.

My passion for writing began with nonfiction, but I have always loved horror fiction. Stephen King, Lois Duncan, and Clive Barker got me through some tough years growing up. I found an escape through those books along with countless others. My own fiction reflects those influences as well as my love for all things dark and maybe just a bit scary.

Sunday, August 13, 2023

An Unholy Triquetra: Celtic Fairy Tales (Dark Tide, Book 9) by Jason Parent, William Meikle and Curtis M. Lawson

 

Release date: August 11, 2023
Subgenre: Horror, Celtic Mythology

About An Unholy Triquetra: Celtic Fairy Tales:

 

Three unique voices in today's horror bring you new takes on an old power that threatens to reshape our world. Celtic legends are reborn within these pages, with fresh stories guaranteed to spark nightmares in the vein of Grimm's pre-Disneyfied fairy tales.

A Knot Within A Knot by Jason Parent: A man survives a plane crash only to find himself in darker circumstances, with a winter storm on the horizon and an orphaned child in tow. An elderly woman faces off against a god of night and his steed from the confines of her airplane seat, while another hides from night and storm in the hope of a new dawn. Unbeknownst to them, their fates are linked and dependent upon the next two tales.

Bound in the Valley of Balor by Curtis M. Lawson: After surviving a plane crash, a corrupt federal agent and a mob informant find themselves stranded in a remote valley. Blood spilled during a conflict between the two awakens an ancient evil bound beneath the valley. Can either of them escape from The Valley of Balor?

Summons by William Meikle (part of his Mythos of Sigils & Totems): Would you fall slave to the rhythm?
He came to Scotland after the death of his wife in search of peace. But the old house is restless. Something is waking, something noisy, something that will not be denied.
His search for meaning in the face of ever increasing activity in the house leads him down strange occult pathways, into deep history and a story that is racing to a finish.
The rhythm calls to him. Will he fall slave to it? Or is there a path to be the drum master before it subsumes him utterly?

This Celtic horror anthology is perfect for fans of folk horror, myths and legends, supernatural horror fiction, Grimm fairy tales, and Scottish survival horror, or fans of
Ritual by Adam Nevill, Bag of Bones by Stephen King, or the legendary Ramsey Cambell.

Crystal Lake’s Dark Tide series will continue soon with more tales of Mystery Thrillers and Horror Books, including themes of Weird Western, Sherlock Holmes, Grief Horror, Body Horror, Mystery fiction, Travel Horror, Deadly Duos, and Psychological Thriller books.

Proudly represented by
Crystal Lake Publishing—Tales from the Darkest Depths.


Excerpt:

 

A Knot Within A Knot

 

Jason Parent

 

Part I

 

My nails crack against the armrest as what the pilot called normal turbulence spirals well beyond normal. And to think that only five minutes earlier, I wasn’t afraid of flying. So much can change from just a few simple choices: deciding at the eleventh hour to attend a technology conference in Italy without my family; electing to leave that convention prematurely to catch an earlier Air France flight home in advance of oncoming weather, only for an unexpected delay on the runway and for the storm to freakishly change course into the airplane’s path mid-flight; and in my haste to make my ill-fated trip, choosing not to call my wife and daughter to tell them I’m coming home and that I love them.

A crack as loud as an eighteen-wheeler ramming into a boulder rattles my seat. The din is coming from somewhere outside or against the plane. The lights flicker, and someone nearby squeals. Others gasp. Up ahead, a child wails. In the pause between lightning and thunder, a steady string of prayers converses with the pitter-patter of the rain.

I release a breath and look past the elderly woman to my right in the hope of catching another glimpse of the wing and its two beautifully functioning engines keeping us aloft and alive. But the shutter is now closed, blocking my view of the raging storm and the pitch-black that has swallowed the sky. An unnatural darkness blots out starlight and cabin light. Flashes of lightning are the only means to see anything out there, were there anything else to see. The woman must have closed the shutter. Maybe she saw something after all, something I don’t want to see.

So I look at her instead, seeking comfort in the presence of a stranger. She is as frail as a wraith, a stick with a kindly smile. Her eyes are closed as she rests her head against her seat. Despite the lurching and jostling that sends both my mind and my stomach into an uproar, she seems to have found peace, a lonely island in the eye of the storm while the rest of us swirl in the tempest. And with each flicker of the cabin lights, her sallow skin and pronounced cheekbones illuminate. Her skeletal face permeates my thoughts like a bad omen.

The woman greeted me warmly when I took my seat beside her—I understood enough French to pick up on that—but gone now is her charity and fellowship, and my heart seizes and lungs refuse to operate as I face this storm alone. Yet her deep breaths, forcing the steady rise and fall of her bosom, emit a pulse that is soothing in its cadence, if only I can convince my body to emulate it.


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About the Authors:


Jason Parent is an author of horror, thrillers, mysteries, science fiction and dark humor, though his many novels, novellas, and short stories tend to blur the boundaries between genres. From his EPIC and eFestival Independent Book Award finalist first novel, What Hides Within, to his widely applauded police procedural/supernatural thriller, Seeing Evil, to his fast and furious sci-fi horror, The Apocalypse Strain, Jason’s work has won him praise from both critics and fans of diverse genres alike. He currently lives in Massachusetts, surrounded by chewed furniture thanks to his corgi and mini Aussie pups.

 

Curtis M. Lawson is a weird fiction author, editor, comic creator, poet, podcaster, and table top game developer. His work ranges from technicolor pulp adventures to bleak cosmic horror.
Curtis resides on the outskirts of Providence Rhode Island. He is the host of the Wyrd Transmissions podcast and runs Gallows Whisper, an imprint of Weird House Press.

 

William Meikle is a Scottish writer, now living in Canada, with over thirty novels published in the genre press and more than 300 short story credits in thirteen countries. He has books available from a variety of publishers including Dark Regions Press and Severed Press and his work has appeared in a large number of professional anthologies and magazines. He lives in Newfoundland with whales, bald eagles and icebergs for company. When he's not writing he drinks beer, plays guitar, and dreams of fortune and glory.