Dead is Dead, but Not Always is the first solo collection from Canadian author Eddie Generous. From dread to thriller to cosmic, the seven novelettes collected here meld into one bone-jarringly bleak outing, bound to rattle cores and test readers' nerves.
Childhood was difficult, but Todd Mitchum is in a good place as an adult. That is until all of his old enemies die in strange accidents and one man is certain he knows who is behind the deaths. Things get out of control and Todd's son shows him the world isn't as solid as he'd been thinking and that a secret hides somewhere in his bloodline. Will the truth matter? Can Todd accept it? Can he dig up realities in time to fight back, or are they buried too deep?
From the brutal past in WHITE GHOST FUR, to the painful and troubling present in PROPER FARMER, to the terrifying days that lie ahead in UNEARTHLY SYMPHONY Eddie Generous, author of the monstrous adventure stories Radio Run and Great Big Teeth, and the haunted hotel novel Camp Summit, offers up twisted takes on classic creatures, a demon hiding in a modern subdivision, human monsters destroying the sacred notion of home, a farmhouse with much more awaiting new owners than some dust and cobwebs, and all the terrifying possibilities in between.Something in the Water is a collection of 13 violent and disturbing tales with its sights set on manufacturing sleepless nights and paranoid days. Binge read all 13 stories...if you dare.
From the dusty country fields of FLYING THE MERCURY and NATHANIAL'S TIME, to the heartless urban landscapes of JOHN, AMY, AND THE LONG WAY DOWN and THE REMATCH, Eddie Generous, author of the monstrous adventure stories Radio Run and Great Big Teeth, and the haunted hotel novel Camp Summit, offers up twisted and suspenseful tales of monsters, demons, witchcraft, beasts, horrible people, and all the magic of the spaces between. Head-Broken and Heartbroken is a collection of horrific and thrilling stories set on striking what's on the surface and what lies beneath. Binge read all 13 tales...if you dare.
Officer Maurice Genner reels at the death of one of his young, formally-conjoined daughters, but his troubles are only getting started.On the night of the burial, a man has snuck into the cemetery, dug up the body, and cut out her tongue. Quickly, Maurice learns there's more to the universe than what he's known as reality. A psychic offers him a link and finds his deceased daughter in turmoil. He must follow the trail into Canada, overcoming natural and supernatural obstacles in order to face down and defeat the creature that would steal a dead child's tongue.If he can't succeed, the second coming of the La'aklar will introduce the modern world to its once glorious power.
Fourteen ghastly tales of ghostly encounters. From the ballpark to the Olympic swimming pool. From the scene of a historic murder to the scene of Fate's tools of the supernatural. From God, to giant spiders, to a unicorn, to sisterhood, and more, Haunted Encounters includes shades of weird and horror, painted in suspenseful, human, and accessible hues. Binge read all fourteen tales...if you dare.Haunted Encounters is a horrific collection by the author of RAWR, Savage Beasts of the Arctic Circle, Radio Run (and more from Severed Press), Plantation Pan, and numerous other titles.
The only way on or off Picture Island is by two-hour ferry ride. The locals know how to get along without outside help, dealing with emergencies as they come. That was before something huge and monstrous crept from the ocean to discover it had a taste for human flesh. This mysterious creature is fast, strong, and seemingly impervious to human defenses. Can the locals stop this incredible beast? Or will they be massacred in the name of a bloody buffet...all to feed a single insatiable hunger.
THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER “Izzard is one of the funniest people alive, a talented actor, a sharp cross-dresser, an experienced marathon runner, and a great writer. You will have to read this if only to find out what a jazz chicken is.”—The Philadelphia Inquirer With his brand of keenly intelligent humor that ranges from world history to historical politics, sexual politics, mad ancient kings, and chickens with guns, Eddie Izzard has built an extraordinary fan base that transcends age, gender, and race. Writing with the same candor and insight evident in his comedy, he reflects on a childhood marked by the loss of his mother, boarding school, and alternative sexuality, as well as a life in comedy, film, politics, running and philanthropy. Honest and generous, Believe Me is an inspired account of a very singular life thus far.
Extracts from book Once the ship had passed we settled down to wait for the next plan to emerge. Finally once we were east of the Shivering sands towers another ship came into view. This ship was coming from Sheerness docks and looked as if it would pass quite a distance from us. I found myself along with my father and our friend jumping up and down shouting "Help were here"! I knew this was futile as the ship was at least a mile away and the visibility was failing, and though I used to laugh when I saw this happen in films it was the only thing that we could do. Incredibly the crew on the ship did see us and changed course. As the ship circled us were heard a German accent calling to us. "Are you in da trouble", we looked at each other and the boat. Our first instinct was to shout back that we were all OK and that we always sailed around with a broken mast. But considering our circumstances we decided not to be clever and shouted out yes, and how grateful we were that the ship had come to our assistance. My father had contacted the firing range and told them our estimated time of arrival before leaving home, so it was no surprise that we were hours later than we anticipated. It was mid summer and we were all just lying about in shorts and T- shirts and there was barely a ripple on the water. We were all enjoying the trip when I noticed a flash coming from Shoeburyness. I turned and immediately informed my father, who began to say "don't be silly they know were coming", unfortunately he only got as far as "they know were .", when a thundering boom shattered a tranquil sail. This as immediately followed by a gust of wind that must has pushed the boat at four knots for a couple of seconds. On reaching the bank my father pulled the dingy out of the water and headed for the bridge. We could clearly see him walking around the by the control tower of the bridge for about five minutes, and I believe he was just about to give up and return to the boat when things got a little more exciting. A military Land rover sped up towards the bridge control tower and two Military Police officer's jumped out, ran over to my father and promptly shoved him into the back of the Land rover. They then drove of at speed in the same direction they had come from. My father did have a slight problem when putting the wheel on. The fitting to fix the wheel too was round while the hole in the centre of the wheel was square. To get over this obstacle he used a generous amount of plastic padding to fill the void between the wheel and the spindle. We were coming up toKingsFerryBridgeand I was at the helm and as per usual the bucket was lifted up the mast. As today there was always a wait while the demigod operator who lives in the bridge decides when we are worthy enough to lift his mighty bridge. Until the mast can clear the underside of the lifting bridge we would circle. As we approached for our second or third turn the wheel stopped responding and as I tried in vain to will the boat to turn the wheel came off in my hands. Like most of the Wharrem catamarans this boat though 34feet did not have a proper heads, and after finishing the Chinese food Mick decided he needed to use the heads. Like my father's boat prior to the rebuild the net on the front was seen as the gents. My father did mumble to anyone interested that in his opinion the net looked a bit rotten, but this warning fell on deaf ears. Mike staggered to the bow of the boat and dropped his jeans and pants and settled into the net. Joe who was not by any stretch of the imagination was standing quite close coiling a rope. Suddenly the net on which Mike was sitting gave up trying to support the weight of Mick. Mick vanished into the cloudy depths of the harbour, when he surfaced he was immediately having problem
Award-winning graphic novelist Eddie Campbell (Alec, From Hell) presents a fascinating journey into the wilderness of personal finance. With his trademark blend of research, anecdote, autobiography and fantasy, he explores how money underwrites human relationships, flowing all around us like the air we breathe - or the water we drown in. The result is a whimsical graphic essay, deeply grounded in his personal experience with the lovely horrible stuff.
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