A BODY SNATCHER IN GREASETOWN? The Gorshin Institute offers a miracle cure for rich and famous addicts. When a millionaire's son in Wildclown's care goes missing, the detective has to risk it all to clear his name. Wildclown battles through a gruesome landscape of undead bandits and body snatchers to a final showdown with a mad scientist high above the World of Change.
A WANDERER on the road keeps losing track of time ... and place. His only clues to who he is come from the many fatal wounds on his body and the recurring nightmares of a doomsday cop, a gunslinging clown and a maniac on a mission from God. Are they echoes from his past life, or is he haunted by something that followed him back from the grave? The living dead walk the road with him, feral beasts trail behind and it’s been raining nonstop for days; but those mysteries, like the circumstances surrounding his own death, can wait ... For now, he believes that a life can be saved if he can just remember his name. THE NIGHT ONCE MORE returns to the World of Change where people stopped aging, the dead rose from their graves, it started raining and it’s been raining ever since. But a guy’s got to make a living, doesn’t he? THE NIGHT ONCE MORE takes the reader to a unique setting that mixes Gothic horror with the two-fisted pragmatism of a hard-boiled detective novel.
A DARK-HAIRED beauty comes calling with news of a compound being built south of Greasetown where neo-Nazis are setting up shop. They claim to be turning over a new leaf, but she knows different and wants Wildclown to join the band of mercenaries she's hired to stop the cancerous cult before it spreads. The detective almost accepts the damsel's desperate mission, but doesn't trust the righteous passion in her eyes. Wildclown hasn't been back on the job long enough to take any leaps of faith that might risk alienating his partner Elmo. And he sure doesn’t want to get him killed again. Business is business, after all, and pretty green eyes were a dime a dozen for a detective agency that needed every dollar. When the woman politely accepts the detective’s refusal, it leaves him feeling worse, and doubting his abilities that have yet to be fully tested since his return. So, when Wildclown later learns the bad news about her mission, his guilty conscience goes into high gear, and an investigation leads him to an ancient evil that refuses to believe he isn't on the case. RETURN TO THE WORLD OF CHANGE in DAMNED WITH THE DEVIL sixth book in The Wildclown Mysteries and sequel to THE NIGHT ONCE MORE.
WHAT DO HUNGRY CAT GODS, Aquatic Zombies, Teenage Vampires and a Long Dead Bride have in common? They all want to kill Wildclown. There's no such thing as easy money, especially since the Change. People stopped aging, the dead rose from their graves, it started raining and it's been raining ever since. But a guy's got to make a living doesn't he? A collection of the detective's case files.
THE DOUBLE-HYBRID CRAZY caused total madness on a global scale. Its toxic effects drove the population to extreme acts of violence and destruction that destroyed everything—except the Double-Hybrid. The infection still haunts the ravaged landscape despite a decade passing since survivors first felt their sanity return. The walled settlements sprang up as people moved into the wild and abandoned zone between the city ruins in the north and the desolation to the south where they built four crude new forts connected by a perilous road that soon inspired the territory's name. Pop Dawson travels the Barter Diamond in search of canned food and other treasures to trade while dodging the bandits and beasts that menace the trail. Like most survivors, he has started a new life to keep the old one secret, but he is forced out of hiding and into danger when a girl is kidnapped by northern raiders. RAID ON THE BARTER DIAMOND takes you to the ZONE BETWEEN where the terrifying offspring of the VARIANT EFFECT still own the night.
THE BEST SECRETS are about the past, and we tell those because they happened long ago or far away to somebody else who is dead and gone. That’s all ancient history, so those secrets are safe to tell. But there are other things that are happening right now. Secrets that you don’t even dare whisper about. Secrets like this one: There are monsters on Memory Lane. I know, because I’ve met them. Not real ones, but they’re monsters just the same. You never know where they’re going to pop up, but they seem to like Memory Lane the best. You'll find some in this novella.
AS GAZDA GROWS to manhood he drifts away from his adoptive family to search out his true origins and others of his kind. When American and European castaways arrive at his lair, he believes they are from his real tribe; but, he dare not approach them until he can resist the siren song of the blood that flows in their veins. When his new friends are captured by cannibal pirates, Gazda races to the rescue. Will winning their freedom reward him with love or damn him eternally as Dracula’s unspoken curse returns? Dracula of the Apes picks up where Bram Stoker’s Dracula left off and Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Tarzan of the Apes began. Genres collide in this thrilling horror/adventure fiction hybrid.
NATHAN CHAMBERS and his bride-to-be want to rekindle their romance after they were forced to cancel their wedding at the start of the pandemic, and the stressful lockdown that followed left the relationship on rocky ground. Nate hopes some quality time at the treasured family cottage will help them put things right. The young couple arrives with nature promising blue skies despite the looming storm clouds, but they quickly realize that rain will be the least of their worries. Something weird is happening on the lake. The locals are distant, the animal life is scattered or missing, and Nate senses a threatening presence in the trees. When a mysterious group moves into the abandoned cottage on the lot beside theirs, a neighbor’s death soon after raises the specter of the pandemic’s return, though the truth is more horrifying—even if it sounds insane. The strangers next door are a dangerous breed, but they’ve been followed to the lake by something worse. A time of reckoning has come, and blood will mark a return of the Kind that first terrified in BENT STEEPLE.
THE VARIANT SQUAD barely had time to get back on its feet before the screaming started. Someone was getting skinned alive, and they knew it. But many of their comrades have just fallen to their deaths, and others are still missing, so Captain Beachboy knows that answering the cry for help would be suicide. Skin Eater packs are still hunting on the levels above and below them, and it’s only a matter of time before their ugly craving returns and they attack again. And that’s not the end of it. A murderous Kill Squad sent by an unknown enemy must have followed them underground. It has the Lazarus team’s innocent blood on its hands, and Beachboy suspects the unknown assassins are committed to spilling 9-Squad’s too. And the old myths about the basement are proving true. Something with an appetite for pain is haunting the bunker complex and feeds its hunger through the Biter packs. It has also poisoned the place with the Varion molecule that causes the lethal new form of the Variant Effect, forcing the squad to remain sealed in their bag-suits. And they’re running out of air. Variant Squad veteran Joe Borland knows that there are forces within the squad that might not want to win the battle underground, and would prefer leaving his bagged-comrades buried with the incriminating evidence they have found. So he’ll have to pick a side when his life’s on the line. In the meantime he and Beachboy take the squad survivors on a desperate search for a rumored escape tunnel while dark forces gather on all sides, and a secret clock winds down to doomsday and the final Variant Squad protocol of Ziploc, Gas and BURN! Explore the MADHOUSE to the END with BURN, third stage in the final chapters of The Variant Effect Series.
BACK IN THE DAY ... People didn’t know that it was happening, so it was totally out of control by the time authorities understood that something serious was going on. As a result, the worst of it incubated in the shadows, hidden behind closed doors and far from view, where the true horror played out in isolation. Where no one could hear you scream. The Variant Effect was impossible to detect until you were already infected. There was no way to tell if it was near, if it was cooking in you, or if it had passed you by altogether. First responders were the first to document evidence of its existence, the first to see it happening, and often the first to feel it boiling in their blood. Stress set it off and fear fed it, so it was a perfect fit for cops, firemen, and EMTs. But in the beginning all they could do was file incident reports and wonder. Here is a short story from early in the day.
