Cold House
by T.M. Wright
from Catalyst Press
In a dark, strange city which may exist, in a time which may have been, in a cold, cold house as big as Cleveland, on streets the color of blood, among a thousand ghosts, and people who watch but barely speak, a man and a woman, separated by nightmare, search for each other and find an eternal winter, faces they do not recognize, love, torment, sacrifice.
The people in this city are everywhere this morning. Thousands of them moving through the streets like a river, flowing here and flowing there, in pink and brown and gray, in and out of the townhouses, in and out of the row-houses.
And so quiet. I open the window and I can't hear a thing. Such a great moving mass should at least produce a breeze. They're like blood flowing.
"I loved Michael and he loved me, and the question is, do we still love each other even though one of us is dead?"
The Last Vampire
by T. M. Wright
from Leisure Books
A Spider On My Tongue
by T, M Wright
from Nyx Books
A new novella from T.M. Wright! "T.M. Wright is a rare and blazing talent." --Stephen King "T.M. Wright is more than a master of quiet horror -- he is a one-man definition of the term." --Ramsey Campbell It is said that if ghosts were real, they'd be everywhere-at shopping malls, parking lots, in the parlor, the bathroom, on the sidewalks and boulevards (after all, how many people have lived and died throughout human history?). But maybe, just maybe, they are everywhere-on your lap at this very moment, in the walk-in closet, in the grand oak tree just outside your window, in the shower, the cellar-mumbling, grinning, stumbling about, screaming--but only a chosen few of the living have been blessed with the awful gift of being able to see them, hear them, interact with them, tormented by them. That's the awful gift that Abner W. Cray opened two decades ago, and it's a gift that, even today, keeps on giving: it possesses him, seduces him, makes his life (if it can be called a life) much, much more than a nightmare because, he knows, he's not asleep--he is mortally and eternally awake. And that is the spider on his tongue.
The House on Orchid Street
by T. M. Wright
from Leisure Books
The School (Tor Horror)
The Eyes of the Carp (Novella Series)
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