Kristina

21 Tales and Poems of Weird Horror spanning centuries and continents, but always disturbing closeWhat stirs from yonder gloomy crypt?What really happened during the Cold War’s Space Race?Can a king’s spirit be trapped in a violin?A lost chapter of Hemingway’s Paris years relates to what strange creature of the night?How do you kill a Tengu Lord?What horror did U.S. service men see during the first gulf war while in the deep desert of Arabia that was NOT man made? Does hazing happen at Area 51?And gunfighter Porter Rockwell tangles with supernatural surprises throughout the Old West."...

Midnight. Some call it the witching hour. Others call it the devil’s hour. Here in the graveyard, midnight is a very special time. It is a time when ghostly spirits are at their strongest, when the veil between our world and theirs is at its thinnest. Legend has it, that while most of the world is asleep, the lack of prayers allow the spirits to communicate under the cover of darkness, among the headstones, their whispers rustling in the leaves of the old oak trees. But if you’re here in the graveyard, you can tell yourself it’s just the wind....

"No killing Goblins." So reads the sign outside of The Wandering Inn, a small building run by a young woman named Erin Solstice. She serves pasta with sausage, blue fruit juice, and dead acid flies on request. And she comes from another world. Ours. It's a bad day when Erin finds herself transported to a fantastical world and nearly gets eaten by a Dragon. She doesn't belong in a place where monster attacks are a fact of life, and where Humans are one species among many. But she must adapt to her new life. Or die.