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In a land just beyond your mirror lies a realm few discover. It is a magical, dangerous dimension. There lurks your darkest nightmares and your fondest hopes. For nearly two thousand winters there, the seasons have flowed inevitably one into another. Life is as it always has been.

If you are desperate enough, terrified enough, there is a jazz club in the French Quarter of New Orleans where you might find help. Might. You might also find Rind, the Angelus of Death, already waiting for you. Meilori's is that kind of club. Its owner, Samuel McCord, is that kind of man. The man with the blood of Death in his veins, who finds some small measure of peace in easing the pains of others, though he cannot ease his own.

The 2012 Apocalypse happened ... just not in the way anyone expected. How have we not noticed? Simple: civilized man has lost touch with himself. How then can he expect to be in touch with the world he smothers in a crypt of concrete and steel? Only Wolf Howl, a Native American whose spiritual center is still intact, notices the change. But that same spirituality and the power derived from it has made the last Lakota shaman a hunted man.

Darkness cannot claim what Light does not surrender.... But sometimes it follows you home. There are portals opening to realms far beyond the fields we know. Not since the Black Plague has Death taken so many lives across so much of the known world as has World War II. There is a Cosmic Balance. Such an ocean of shed blood and thunder of anguished screams have opened Doors behind which Beings have been impatiently waiting to be released. Veterans from WWII have returned to Los Angeles and New Orleans thinking they had seen the last of Hell. They were wrong.

The time has come to listen to echoes from our land... the wisdom and teachings of the mountains, streams, and woods. Their words are simple and their voices are soft. We have not heard them, because we have not taken the time to listen. We have been too busy smothering them in crypts of concrete and steel.

Fallen, the last Tuatha de Danann, is in love with a teenage mortal, Blake Adamson. The Last Sidhe cannot bring herself to trust a mortal. But she discovers what happens when you believe your fears over your love: heartache and loss. So Blake finds himself torn between two loves: one Sidhe, the other an alien succubus, Kirika Amaratsu. Fae lust wars with Succubus dreams. A deadly supernatural love triangle. But love, like death, demands its way.

Every city has its secrets. New Orleans more than most. New Orleans is the most haunted city in America where Voodoo was big business, slavery even more so, and no government official or newspaper dares to tell the truth. Into this strange world arrives the street orphan, Victor Standish, from Charon's Greyhound. Charon has to keep up with the times...the End Times. Victor has survived mean streets, but now he must cope with Zombie Love and the haunted French Quarter.

When we think evolution, we think of the life forms we can see. But what if evolution should occur on the microscopic level? What if red blood cells achieved intelligence? Would they be happy at the world in which they find themselves? And if they didn't, what might they do? In this story intelligent blood is starting an offensive against Man. One lone telepath finds himself a helpless spectator as the race of Man is subjugated into mindless drones.

Victor Standish: Urban legend, abandoned child, mocker of monsters: “I learned to walk on cat-feet by living on the streets of too many hard cities for six years...since I was seven. I know why dogs howl at the dark and why cats prick up their ears after midnight. All too often I hear the beating of black wings and the scratching of half-seen shapes on the pavement hidden by shadow. I have always known I am an outsider, a stranger no matter where I roam among those who are still men".

Join the cursed Texican as he clashes with the last survivor of an extinct species in the Missouri of 1848. He communes with the Spirit of the Earth in the Hawaii of 1866. He is betrayed into the hands of the British government in 1895 Cairo. Thrill to his escapes from ancient death traps in the ruins of the lost city of Tanis. Match wits with him as he duels grey aliens and seeks to decipher the mysteries left behind by the aliens who were the basis for the gods of Ancient Egypt.

A physically challenged cast off girl, a mysterious Greek physician, and a Hollywood party to die for. All come together for a tale of horror, friendship, betrayal, and redemption. The undead Texas Ranger, Sam McCord, travels the world, seeking justice for the murder of a teenage prostitute. The clues he finds takes him to Amsterdam, Jerusalem, and to the hidden catacombs beneath the Vatican itself. Finally, there he must come face to face with his worst nightmare.

Everyone knows how the world will end. Everyone is wrong. "Sometimes to fight for the Light, you have to do it in the dark." Victor Standish. The trouble with one of the undead loving a mortal is that it always ends...with the death of the mortal. And so Alice Wentworth has lost Victor Standish. Or has she? Is that his shade she keeps seeing at St. Marrok's?

Once there was an age undreamed where legends walked this Earth...and nightmares, too. Terrible were the battles, tragic the outcome of the wars. Until finally there were only two survivors: the nightmare and one bruised legend. These are the legend’s stories, each one a different facet of the same priceless gem - a jewel that has come to believe herself worthless. So come. Listen to her. Listen to The Last Fae.

In 1947, New Orleans, THREE KINGS DAY marks the start of the official Carnival Season. Carnival, coming from the Latin words, carne vale, meaning "farewell to the flesh". Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte, Our Lady of Holy Death, is stalking the French Quarter streets killing apparently at random. What does the psychotic actress, Irene Dupré, know of this entity and what lies behind the murders? She remains silent, only smiling.

Magic. Death. Life. And what lies between them. The supernatural is no delusion or illusion. Those who wander the lost paths find that out. Some survive until the dawn. Many do not. It is a world of terrible wonders if you but look closely into the shadows as these 13 tales reveal. Explore new realities, obscured by smoke and darkness yet brilliantly tangible, in this extraordinary collection of short works by a new talent. It will dazzle your senses, touch your heart, and haunt your dreams.

Voodoo in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania? A mystic travel trailer that has a life of its own and takes its name too seriously? A deadly, unbeatable worker of dark magic out to unravel the fabric of reality? A Hellhound named Puppy? All in a normal day for the last Lakota Heyoka, Toomey Starks.

Something has awakened in the Badlands. Undying hunger and hatred for Man seethe in the darkness. While below the brooding pinnacles, the first talking Western is being filmed. The fledging director, John Ford, has inherited a troubled production and fights his own insecurity over filming his first movie with sound. Harry Carey, the star, and his wife worry about Ford's hostility to his former best friend.

It is 1867 in an America a layer of existence from this one. General Sherman was denied his march through Georgia by forces beyond his ken. Abraham Lincoln was never assassinated, though he wishes he had been killed instead of his beloved Mary. The battered Indian tribes of America have a strange refuge courtesy of the cursed Texas Ranger Captain Samuel McCord. A global war of vampire kingdoms is going on beneath the noses of the living world - and it is interfering with the honeymoon of the alien empress Meilori Shinseen.

The Darkness of New Orleans dozed fitfully during the war years, waiting for its chance to play with its toys again. It was a Darkness as carefully hidden as the gates to the small courtyards that lurk between buildings in the French Quarter. In the Le Prete Mansion, a movie is just now wrapping up, having spawned madness in trying to film a seductive tale of death and mystery. Disenfranchised spirits have been sent to the hell of their birth. One lost spirit has found a new home in the body of a French Quarter policewoman.

Each of us is a Frankenstein’s Monster. A piece of us is in every person we will ever meet. Usually we refuse to see those disturbing sides of us in others. The best stories lure us into facing them. Let us talk fear and the thin ice of living which can yawn abruptly to drop us into unexpected madness. Fear is the emotion which makes us blind. Touch the fears of each of these stories to perhaps grasp the whole of the different parts of your awareness like the blind men with their elephant.