It's 1969. America is on the moon. The Vietnam War is dividing the country.
And in the Alabama swamps, the Cryman stirs.
Thirteen-year-old Aaron is the first to see it, and the first to suffer its wrath. He must
choose between the Thorny Path of lust and vengeance or the Dark Path of eternal
loneliness. Either way, his life is forfeit, and he is desperate to save his beloved
sister and friends from a similar fate. But the increasing spiral of violence and horror
threatens to engulf them all.
No one gets out of this unscathed. Only a few get out alive.
It’s summer, 1965. School's out and Butch's birthday is in a few weeks.
Perfect; three months of freeze tag, hide and seek and riding his bike
way past dark. Well, maybe not completely perfect — Frank Vaughn,
a classmate, is beaten to death by his crazy mother for leaving a
report card at school. On top of that, Dad is touchier than ever
and Mom sadder, so best to hide out next door with his best friend
Tommy reading X-Men and hoping for that birthday GI Joe.
But in one night, Butch's summer explodes and he’s now riding
across a turbulent and changing Dixie in a white Rambler
station wagon, at the mercy of a manic depressive and wildly
violent Dad. Like a crewman on Ulysses' ship, Butch
encounters a one-eyed evil grandfather, a 12-year-old Siren,
the lotus-eaters of Alabama…and Frank Vaughn. If Butch ever
sees his beloved sister, Cindy, again, it'll be a miracle. If he's
alive at the end of the summer, it'll be a bigger one.
A dark version of "The Wonder Years," Frank Vaughn Killed
by his Mom is The Great Santini written by Homer,
careening through a coarse world of racism, adultery,
abandonment, and even the occasional hope.
“I bought the house.”
Art Deats does not have to ask which one. His brother, Butch, has been fixated on their
childhood home deep in the swamps of lower Alabama ever since they fled the place in terror
forty years ago. Has Butch lost his mind? The house is haunted. Let it rot!
“I want you to come down here and help me fix it up.”
Butch, do not do this. Do not wake the dead.
Against his better judgment, Art leaves his safe and predictable New Jersey life to help
his brother restore the place. While he struggles to make the house livable again, Art’s
long suppressed memories are triggered and he uncovers terrible secrets about
his family. And that something more than ghosts haunts the place.
Southern Gothic is the sequel to Frank Vaughn Killed by his Mom.
The Twin Towers are still smoldering when those odd little anthrax letters show up, killing a few people here and there. Some nutcase, everyone thinks, but it’s not – it’s a setup, a precursor to a massive biological attack that leaves the Northeast a quarantined wasteland.
Campus policeman John Rashkil, trapped inside the Zone, chooses to keep doing his job, adding judge and executioner to his resume. He builds a jury-rigged life from what he can salvage and tries to help his teenage son survive this new, Byzantine America.
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Twenty years after Tu’an, Collier Rashkil runs an intelligence network out of an underground church in the northern Shenandoah Valley. A hundred miles or so south, Henry Price runs a smuggling ring. Neither is aware the other survived the horrific last stand of the Ghosts. Life is hard: Collier is proscribed; Henry is one step ahead of arrest and execution, yet both have a measure of contentment. But then an old enemy confronts Collier as a new enemy attacks Henry, and a war already lost threatens to reignite and finish them, their families, and what’s left of the country.
Ten tales of the mundane, of a universe askew, where things are slightly off:
1. The Last Man in the World Explains All: double check your math.
2. Ghost Woods: shot an arrow into the air, and where it landed...
3. Invisibility: don't attract attention. Just don't.
4. Not With a Bang: this is how the world ends.
5. Do-Over: the problem with time travel is you.
6. An Unfortunate Choice of Words: Aliens. Man, they just don't get it.
7. The World Without Souls: not the most pleasant of places.
8. Reparations: my, how things change.
9. Inherit the Earth: a race, or an idea?
10. An Inappropriate Response: Humans. Man, they just don't get it.
Real vampires. Tasteful dismemberments. And delightful shivers, from ten old-fashioned horror stories:
So, grab a crucifix, a shotgun, and come on in. But, leave a clearly marked trail. It's dark in here.