Whats going on with December Moral?December tensely brushed back her wild russet hair, feeling as if someone was here. An uncanny sensation, as sure as if someone were staring her right in the eyes. As if she were never alone even in the stillness of the night. She considered if all these dreams actually meant something, or had she gone crazy.

Mal Giamelle's frightened words shrieked in Jacks head. "I don't think it was a child at all."

Suddenly a summer was born like no other turning the river to dust, and leaving the town to suffer from the sweltering heat, and thirst. The only evidence that the Red River mystery ever happened was a single newspaper report, "What ever happened to Red River? Will it happen again?

Will Coy Bedlam survive his stay in Sullen?Painfully he raised his head, looking out into a dreary drizzling environment, seeing his headlights purposefully reflecting off a roadside sign, with a name of a town called Sullen. Today's population is 169."What does that mean?" He growled, "Today's population is 169."Then he asked, "Where the hell is Sullen?" forcing himself to move, he dragged a map from his glove box, "I've never heard of it before…" And strangely it did...

Have you been dreaming of three or multiple moons? Well your not the only one. Is it really just a dream?

Then a series of soft sounds came from the second floor. Practically reminding him of footsteps. How could that be? The house was protected by salt. He took a few more steps upwards. Anticipating a better view. Just as the void continued to shift. Up till the darkness took the shape of a dark hooded figure. It reached out a hand, and called his name, "Naul's..." Terrified the only feature he could center on was a reptilian like eye. He just couldn't shake the horrifying thing. "Naul's." A ...

That is how I ended up here. A prisoner for the brutal murder of my friend John Doe. Who am I you ask? I could be anyone of you. Though I am just a man living this nightmare. A nightmare that comes night after night. I can see it from the bottom bunk. Standing at the foot of my bed. Always watching, always waiting. Its face obscured by a hood. Its hovering body covered by a dark cloak. I know why the omloch comes. It is waiting for my self-destruction. It is waiting for my end.

Hadagery (Book 2) At the heart of every forest is a darkness that bides its time. Hiding and waiting beneath the canopy. Among the twisted bracken and brambles clawing its way out. Out emerged a blackened mass. Oozing as it unfurled from a fetal position. Taking on what appeared to be a human-like shape. Thickened by the thoughts that they must be dead. "No." They reasoned, "I can hear." Sighing, "Ah, Eidolon...Is this the beginning or the end?"

The time is now, or could it be the day after tomorrow? It is the beginning, and quite possibly the end. The end of what you may ask? If it is the end it will no longer matter. If it is not the end, the road only has two choices. Life or Death.

Creeee...eeeee..eeee..ee. The door behind Hadlin creaked open. "That's impossible." He thought, "I barred that door shut." Then turned around just in time to hear it click shut again. Standing just inside the entrance was a blackened thing. Humanistic in shape. However what it could be was left up for question. Since it was covered in sludge. The grisly thing is that the creature was dragging a limp woman by the hair of her head. Hadlin could barely whisper. "Mom..." It dropped the body. T...

HADAGERY!The book of Elysium has been opened, and darkness will unfold, bleeding upon the land like a plague.WORLD CAST IN DARKNESS.Elysium is the remnants of a dying world, dimmed by evil, and the ignorance of mankind.SURVIVORS ARE BEING ISOLATED AND DEVOURED.Those that have survived the turmoil have devolved into scavengers, even as their bodies have adjusted to the cold dark climate, and dangers around every corner.WHERE HOPE FALLS.Is ...

Lost in a place between worlds. Hadlin must find his way home, before whats in the darkness finds him.