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An Amazon #1 Bestselling Anthology!

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A Pixie Dust Press Production

Our first book, SINISTER LANDSCAPES, is an anthology of Gothic tales edited by Alan Draven and featuring all new stories, never before published!

Churchyards, cemeteries, manors, and foggy streets are breeding grounds for specters of all walks. Ghosts, goblins, witches, and demons lurk in these dangerous places, stalking from the darkest corners. Mysterious noises, rattling chains, strange occurrences, and eerie shadows. These are just some of the spine-tingling oddities we encounter when we dare tread upon forbidden soil. Brace yourself readers. Sinister Landscapes takes you back to the roots of horror through eighteen gothic tales told by a new crop of authors that go straight for the throat.

Featuring the genre's newest and finest voices with a foreword by award-winning and bestselling author Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc, including:

Thad Linson
Sarah Wilson Basore
Eric Enck
Jessica Lynne Gardner
Ryan B. Clark
Brandon Ford
Jeani Rector
David Boyle
Gordon Anthony Bean
Bret Jordan
Alan Draven
Stéphanie J
T. G. Reaper
R. Vance
Jeff Ezell
Charlotte Emma Gledson
Charlie Glover
Frank E. Bittinger

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Excerpt from "Sins of the Fathers": 

The moon peered through the treetops. Dead leaves carpeted the forest floor, where moonlight draped them with silver lace. Night birds twittered, singing innocent harmony with the owl. Kristof meandered without purpose. Debris crunched under the pads of his feet, but it was fine. No need for stealth. In this, his peaceful kingdom, he felt no fear. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me. His croaking laughter silenced the birdsong.

Thirst had altered his voice. Ahead, a stream traced an ebony line through a stand of oaks. When he reached it, he knelt on its bank, avoiding his reflection. Using a taloned hand, he scooped a cupped palm full of cool, clear water, lifted it to his lips. The water trickled down his parched throat and it felt like a wonder. For a time, his thirst was sated.

But not his hunger. He wandered on.

He caught sight of a structure through the thinning tree trunks. A small manor house stood in a clearing, simple but well made. Smoke rose from the chimney, undulating like a white serpent into the stars.

A gentle wind rustled his mane, carrying the scent of prey.

 

"Sins of the Fathers" is written under the name Sarah Wilson Basore.

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