I had a story I’m especially proud of published in the 2022 Deathlehem anthology. I love this one, and if you’re a big weirdo who thinks spending an evening with some freaky chums who aren’t what they appear to be is your idea of a good time, Silent Scream is the story for you.
Genre: Holiday, Horror, Lovecraftian
Length: Novelette (19900 words)
Heat Level: There's no sex, but someone naughty ends up in plenty of hot water.
Rating: R (violence, fantasy gore, adult situations)
Twas the fright before Christmas,
nightmares fill my head,
the creatures, they're a-prowling
'til everyone is dead…
Welcome back to Deathlehem, where…
…a stranger grants a grieving father's Christmas wish…
…charitable acts are purely self-serving…
…a man plans his last Christmas in a post-apocalyptic world…
…a serial killer targets the wrong victim…
…sometimes it's better not to go home for the holidays…
Seventeen more tales of holiday horrors to benefit
The Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation
Gorgeous Gudrun Lemaire is just the woman Aodh Warzawski has been looking for to help him complete his collection of Nine Ladies Dancing. The love-starved middle-aged goth chick is the perfect victim--or is she?
You can read the previous snippet here:
"This gaff is bloody creepy enough," Detective Sergeant Isidoros Cam muttered as he strode through the front door of Warszawski Taxidermy. With his battered fedora and rumpled trenchcoat, the basset-faced DS looked like a cross between Columbo and Dick Tracy.
"Looks like the place has been abandoned for decades," twenty-four-year-old Detective Constable Breandán Gracia Zelenka noted.
"Not quite, Fresh Meat," Auer countered with a knowing grin. "The truck is a newer model, not more than five years old. I'll bet you five quid that there's current mail, though the occupant may not have opened it for a spell."
Lieutenant Theresa Landvik, a seasoned American ex-pat who had been with the Crouch End division of Scotland Yard for 34 years, was a small, wiry woman in her early sixties who looked like she might blow away in a strong wind, but her co-workers knew that she was far tougher than she appeared. She turned her piercing violet-blue gaze on her subordinates.