Why should you read #crimsonthreads? Each book is chocked full about what about horror. Not just scares, gore, and dreadful moments. It tackles the human condition through inhumane circumstances. Horror is where the evil and conflict of daily life becomes a tangible thing we can defeat. Amazon.com/dp/B0BQHBXKSN #horror #horrorbooks #urbanfantasy #darkfantasy

Ok #writers Been a long time since I've done a #writerslift This one specifically is for folks who have a Halloween Sale going on over the next few days. Let's see those links and hopefully some sales for all of you. #horror #books #kindleplus

“The black moths took flight. They beat a chorus brimming with dire prophecy and murmured prayers.”

Lunch Break Question: What classic horror movie still grabs your attention and why?

I adore Captain Kronos – Vampire Hunter. Sword fights, Gothic atmosphere, and monsters that refuse to play by the usual rules. What's not to love? Rémy Fétique of my Ream serial Loathsome Grace owes the good captain a debt. Although Rémy's monsters are considerably stranger

Your #writing word of the day: YONDER How are you going to use it?

Tonight's WIP Christina curled her hands into Gregory’s coat as the candlelight illuminated another brambled body squatting in one corner. A tattered reverend’s collar hung from one branch along with cobwebs and dust. All of its wood was pale and long dead. Within one vaguely hand-like tangle, a tarnished cross drooped. The other clutched a thick tome to its collapsed chest. Swallowing, she raised her hand toward the disturbing collection while loosening the scarf slightly. “No one’s here.” “Thank goodness for that. Tend the candle, will you?” Gregory asked as he handed off the light. He took in a deep breath, held it, and then without further preamble tore the book from the bramble body’s grasp. The wood dryly popped as it fractured and produced puffs of aged grime. “Bring the candle closer, if you would?” After a squeak, she did just that. The meager glow revealed two smaller volumes nestled in the corpse growth’s ‘ribcage’. Gregory’s shoulder sagged. He shook his head, handed the first thick book back to her. Then he carefully worked his hands into the core, wiggling and tearing until he was able to tear them free. “Let’s head back up,” she suggested even as she backed away to the stairs. “Let’s.”