Muscadines signed limited edition

Thanks to Mary SanGiovanni’s Tempest Line at Thunderstorm Books, my novella MUSCADINES is available in a beautiful limited and signed edition. I’m delighted to report, 80% sold on release day. While they last, you can still order a copy here. Many thanks to Mary SanGiovanni and publisher Paul Goblirsch!

Finalist for a 2016 Shirley Jackson Award

“Nobody does very bad women like Miskowski, and this deeply disturbing story further establishes her as a master at exploring the psychological terrain of the kind of women who aren’t supposed to exist.” – Lynda E. Rucker, author of You’ll Know When You Get There

“Alternating between memory and confrontation, the narrative lays bare the secrets and sins that have bent and warped the lives of the three Parker sisters. Their efforts to reconcile themselves to their dark inheritance, the lengths to which they must go to reckon with their mother’s legacy, lead to a stark, powerful climax. Its prose equally fearless and graceful, Muscadines offers ample evidence why S.P. Miskowski has emerged as one of those writers who must be read.” – John Langan, author of The Fisherman

“S.P. Miskowski’s Muscadines is a glorious, heady rush of red clay dusted prose. Here she unpacks for us something lovely; something with lips and teeth stained crimson. With prose that dances between poetic and razor sharp simplicity, Miskowski has created a story that will linger in the darkest rooms where you store your secrets.” – Kristi DeMeester, author of Such a Pretty Smile

Kate Jonez interview

Stories by Kate Jonez have been nominated three times for the Bram Stoker Award and once for the Shirley Jackson. Her short fiction has appeared in The Best Horror of the Year, Black Static, Pseudopod, Gamut and Haunted Nights edited by Ellen Datlow and Lisa Morton.

Kate is also the chief editor at the Bram Stoker Award winning small press Omnium Gatherum which is dedicated to publishing unique dark fantasy, weird fiction and horror.



Congratulations on this year’s Bram Stoker Award® nomination for your collection, Lady Bits. This is much-deserved recognition. Aside from the attention that comes from being nominated, how have you been ‘getting the word out’ about the book since publication last year—festivals, reading series, conventions? Marketing has shifted dramatically since covid-19 self-isolation began. How are you facing the challenge of selling books during these strange days?

Thank you, it’s a great honor to be recognized by the Horror Writers Association. Congratulations to you too! It was fascinating to return to Skillute with The Worst is Yet to Come. That town just gets creepier!

Getting the word out about books is something we’re just going to have to put on hold for a while I’m afraid. There is no marketing powerful enough to compete with plague and everything else going on. Selling books just seems inappropriate right now. I’d be embarrassed to put out one of those, “In these trying times…” ads.

I’ve got my fingers crossed that we’ll have a chance by the fall of 2020. Omnium Gatherum has several books scheduled for release in September and October. Hopefully the U.S. can avoid intensified chaos and falling into full on civil war by then. As for the most effective marketing in normal times, from trial and error I’ve found, you get what you pay for. Everything costs money or time. Amazon and Google ads have the best return but there’s a big learning curve and it takes quite a bit of money to make it work. Reviews as always are the key to success.

After reading your collection, and having read a few of the stories more than once, I admit: I have a crush on a couple of your protagonists. The world they inhabit tends to be gritty and unforgiving, yet they seem to have a knack for survival. Where do these streetwise, self-reliant, badass women come from?

The plots of many of the stories come from my personal experiences. The characters are often women I’ve dreamed up to deal with the situations the way I wish I’d handled things. Like most women, I have a tendency to let things slide so I won’t offend anyone. I’m also afraid of getting in trouble. My protagonists tend to be the women I meet on the back stairs after the fact. A couple of them are truly horrible…and those ones are the most fun to write.


Why did you choose the collection title, Lady Bits? What does it connote for you, and why is this something you want to convey with the book?

I was being provocative, and the title makes me laugh. I really like how uncomfortable it makes some people too. I’ve gotten a few comments from people who think I don’t know I’ve used a vagina euphemism as the title of my collection because I guess I look like their mother…and mothers don’t talk about anatomy in public. In the original cover photography all the fruits and flower looked like vaginas. The publisher toned it down. Probably for the best.

I’m always interested in knowing how writers face the page. What do they bring along and what do they set aside? When you write, are you very aware of your identity, or gender, or do you proceed from a neutral or less self-conscious place? Do you think this affects your work, and in what ways?

There are a few ways I can think of to approach writing, plot based, emotion based, character based and so on. I suppose most writers pull a little from here and a little from there. A plot-based story would focus on events for example. Emotion based would focus on inserting dread or excitement or romantic feelings at every opportunity. For a character-based story I craft the characters and get to know them as well as I can. I walk around in the real world as the characters, think about their relationships outside the scope of the story, imagine the spaces they would inhabit or go to the actual place when possible. It’s method writing I guess. All the other story elements spring from the wants and needs of the character. I noticed a big improvement in my story telling ability when I started doing this. I can clearly tell where the change happened pre-method and post-method.

Do you find it tricky balancing the multiple creative activities of writing, editing and publishing? Do you schedule separate time slots for different jobs or projects, or do you handle each thing as it comes along?

Yes!!! This is the hardest thing ever. I try to schedule things so I have days set aside to work on my own projects. That doesn’t always work out. Omnium Gatherum has turned into a dragon I just can’t slay. It’s gotten too big and too expensive to work as a small press, but I’m not quite sure I’m motivated to do all that’s involved to turn it into a mid-sized press. It’s the most successful thing I’ve ever created and I just can’t seem to shut it down. I’ve tried a few times but great projects and wonderful authors keep coming my way. We’ll see how things go with this pandemic. It might be the excuse I’ve been looking for. If not, I guess I’m going to be pulling 12-15 hour days until I die of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome and dry eyes.

How has editing and publishing fiction for a decade shaped your view of writers and writing as a professional commitment? What have you learned about writing and selling fiction that you didn’t realize before you started the Bram Stoker Award® winning small press, Omnium Gatherum?

I’ve learned more about writing by editing great writers than any other thing I’ve done. More than writing every day or taking classes or being edited myself. It’s a treat to open up a story and look at its guts. I love that I get to discuss the craft of writing at the sentence level. It’s more intimate that reading. It can be a tricky balancing act though because I find other authors’ styles creeping into my writing.

Now that I’ve been doing this for ten years, the main thing I have to be careful of is managing author’s expectations. Publishing a book with a small press is a whole different animal than landing a contract with a big publisher. Many new authors don’t realize this and develop incorrect ideas about what’s about to happen. Small presses can be a great starting point for beginning a writing career, but they aren’t the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Your stories have been published in numerous magazines and anthologies. You’ve been nominated for a Shirley Jackson Award and two Bram Stoker Awards®. Do you have a favorite among your stories, one that might serve as a starting point for readers coming to your work for the first time?

The first story in my collection, “Carnivores” is a story that simmered for years. In the 80s, stories about serial killers were everywhere and the thought that there must be a guy out there who wanted to try his hand at it but didn’t really know how fascinated me. I lived in an apartment much like the one in the story and ran into an old dude like the guy in the story. Nothing dramatic happened because I’m nowhere near as awesome as Francie. And as much as I’d like to think differently, I doubt I could kill anyone. Francie is definitely one of those “L’esprit de l’escalier” girls.

Whose writing is thrilling to you, at the moment? Name some authors you recommend.

I’m a big fan of Alma Katsu and can’t wait to get started reading The Deep. Also, Kaaron Warren’s “Into Bones Like Oil” was amazing. I’ve recently discovered Sarah Gran’s Come Closer and now I think I’m going to read everything else she’s written.

Where do you look for a kick-start, on those days when you don’t feel motivated?

Some days it’s just better to step away and get outside in the sunshine. So I’ll go to the backyard and plant something. I also like painting and cleaning. Not the maintenance chore type of cleaning, but the take everything out of a room type of cleaning so you have a brand-new environment when you’re finished. A big two-day project is usually enough to get me back on track.

What is your current work in progress? How’s it going? What do you have coming up in the next year or so?

I write so freaking slow I should be ashamed of myself. I’ve got a novel in the works. It’s set in an imaginary town just east of Los Angeles where spirits are running things. The protagonists are twin restaurant owners, one living one dead.

I’m also very close to putting the finishing touches on a screenplay about a young woman and her non-binary dog. The villain/hero is a saucy celebrity activist who’s in reality made of a virus that looks like glitter. Hmm that description might need some more work.






The Eldritch Index interview

Over at The Eldritch Index, Farah Rose Smith has posed some great questions about writing and speculative fiction, which I’ve answered as thoroughly as I can. Thanks very much to Farah for including me in this excellent interview series. I think readers will find it quite interesting.

“Human communication, even when limited to two individuals sharing a common language, is tricky at best. We can’t control how all of our messages are received.”


I Wish I Was Like You (an excerpt)

My parents wasted their youth paying off a third mortgage on a ranch-style house with three bedrooms, two baths, and a dining area lined in fake paneling. We lived on a street where all the neighbors could see through one another’s living room window, and nothing ever happened. People went to work and to school. People celebrated holidays with barbecues and fireworks. People met at motels and bars and pretended to be mysterious. A father of four was arrested for indecent exposure at the park. A woman drove drunk through her neighbor’s roses and somebody killed her cat the next day. This was life in the suburbs.

Nothing terrifying or crazy ever happened. Nobody ever murdered anybody, at least nobody who got caught. Families knew one another, or pretended to, from a safe and civil distance. Nobody discussed anything more controversial than the local football scores. A natural death on our block justified the entire population wandering outdoors in pajamas to drink coffee and watch the paramedics strap down and ferry away one of our own. Afterward, minus information, we speculated.

“Hal was out of shape. I offered to take him to the gym as my guest. Said he didn’t have time. Look at him now…”

“He was under too much pressure at work. All that overtime! Stress is a killer. I told him to slow down and spend more time with the family but he didn’t listen. Look at him now…”

“His marriage was coming apart. I urged him to see a lawyer and get free of the whole mess. Look at him now…”

Regardless of the slant our gossip took, one thing was consistent; we blamed the dead guy. People always do. It’s a way of siding with life, with energy and bouncy tits, a way of stepping back from death, mocking anyone who seems tired, weak, depressed, or just too goddamn eager to lie down. It’s a way of pretending to be on friendly terms with good fortune.


I Wish I Was Like You is available from JournalStone/Trepidatio. If you purchase the paperback directly from the publisher’s site, you get a bonus ebook edition in the format of your choice (ePub, PDF or mobi for Kindle) to download right away.

This Is Horror 2017 Novel of the Year

2017 Bram Stoker Award Nominee for Superior Achievement in a Novel

Charles Dexter Award for Favorite Novel of 2017 from Strange Aeons Magazine

Horror. Ghost story. Noir. 1990 Seattle. Title from Nirvana’s “All Apologies.” Don’t let Greta see you. She likes to hurt people, for fun.

“This biting, sly gem of a novel shouldn’t be missed.” – Publishers Weekly Starred Review

“Gritty and insightful, funny and despairing by turns. Refreshing to read some balls-deep outsider fiction again.” – Adam Nevill, author of The Ritual

“Miskowski has produced an exemplary novel, one that deals intelligently with themes of creativity and self-absorption, one that leaves the reader with much to think about and is every bit as brilliant as the work [protagonist] Greta Garver dreams of producing but can’t deliver. I loved it.” – Peter Tennant, Black Static

“Her prose is at times delicate and poetic, yet can turn as sharp and deadly as the stroke of a knife through flesh.” – Michelle Garza, This Is Horror

“A poison-pen love letter to 1990s Seattle, Miskowski’s black humour, precise observations, and well-drawn characters make this novel an absolute pleasure to read.” – Yves Tourigny

“A portrait of Seattle in the heyday of grunge, a trawl through the lives of the ordinary and broken, a meditation on ambition, failure, and gender, of community and friendship and their limits. A portrait of failing to come of age in those gloomy, millennial times in the early 90s… Miskowski sketches a vision of afterlife that is linked to the ideas of the classic ghost story but somehow has the revelatory shock of a wholly new conception.” – Jayaprakash Satyamurthy, author of A Volume of Sleep

“Miskowski never succumbs to the temptation to reduce her protagonist to a cartoon, a pure villain; instead, she grounds Greta’s transformation in the shortcomings of her character, in the frustrations of her dreams and daily life. In so doing, she maintains Greta’s humanity all the way to the book’s last, wonderfully dark line.” – John Langan, Locus Magazine

“This is a terrific, beautiful, mean book. It’s been a long time since I was so hooked by a narrator, and I suspect Greta will haunt my thoughts for a long time. Can’t wait to dig into this author’s other books.” – Shaun Hamill, author of A Cosmology of Monsters

“This novel shows once again why Miskowski is the best around. There’s a range to her work that other writers can only dream of, and this novel with its dark humor, weird noir atmosphere and fully realized characters is wonderful.” – Christopher Slatsky, author of The Immeasurable Corpse of Nature


M & I

From the back seat I watch M gripping the steering wheel, not moving, considering the situation. November ice glitters on the road ahead of our station wagon, caught in the sheen of headlights.

The man lies crumpled and shivering on asphalt. His breathing is a shallow wheeze.


One minute ago M slammed on the brakes, and my wooden horse went flying out of my hands into the windshield. It landed with a crunch at the same time the man hit the ground.


Framed by the rearview mirror, M’s eyes have narrowed to pinpoints. On top of her head, and mine, damp hair is coiled around fat rollers with nylon bristles, held in stony compliance by metal pins and green silk scarves.

M is Mother if anyone stops us, if anyone wants to know. Our story is the same every night: We’ve driven to a salon to have our hair shampooed and set. We’re on our way home to eat macaroni and cheese with bacon for supper. These are normal things to do, in this place.

“Doing normal” is our specialty, M’s and mine. We blend. It’s why we’re here. We’ve seldom been noticed. Well, a few times.

Bundled in a corduroy coat, M’s habit is to work the brake and gas pedals with one foot on each. A cigarette dangles from her mouth, stained with orchid lipstick.

“We’re flyin’ now,” she likes to say, over her shoulder. We travel like this everywhere, middle-aged woman at the wheel and diffident seven-year-old in the back seat.


“Is this normal?” she asked, on our first night. “Does this configuration seem right?”

“Yes,” I assured her. “Children avoid their mothers, here. Don’t you see how they run away at the shopping malls, screaming, with snot on their lips?”

We have an understanding now, “doing normal” until orders arrive and the real assignment begins.


The street we’re on is famously tricky, divined half by instinct and half by repetition memory. Lamps tower overhead, broken, as derelict as the bare sycamores spreading wicked fingers at our passing car in the deep dark.

The man who came ambling across the street, out of nowhere (as they say), wore a gray suit and tie with a smart little trilby perched forward on his head. Maybe inebriated, or maybe not. Didn’t notice the bulky station wagon rounding the corner. Didn’t hear us coming, M and I. His senses were startled and sharpened when a wet tire skimmed the back of his leg.

The car halted with a shriek, rocking forward and back on its axel. The man froze. He turned toward us.

M set the brake and lumbered out of the car. She stood in the middle of the street, cold air buffeting her and the man, no one else in sight. The man’s voice was a shivery squeal.

“What the hell? Look what you’ve done!” His hat was gone and the back of his shoe, the part protecting his little Achilles tendon, was smashed flat.

“You’re all right,” M said.

“You could’ve crippled me!” he shouted.

“It’s only your shoe,” she told him, the bulbous mass of her cranium beginning to writhe beneath the green silk. “I will pay for your shoe.”

“Are you crazy?” he shouted. “You almost hit me! You should be arrested!”

“You’re all right,” she said again, her voice like water gliding over ice. I recognized the glimmer behind her eyes.

“You don’t belong on the road! Where do you come from, you maniac?” He pulled off his broken shoe, aimed like he was going to throw it at her.

M drew up to partial height, until the corduroy coat hung about her shoulders like a floppy bolero. A quiver of movement shifted her scarf to one side.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” she said. “Go to your home.”

“What the hell?” the man stammered. “You freak—you—you—bitch!”

M strode back to the station wagon and climbed inside, folding to her “doing normal” size again. She checked the mirrors, made sure the man was squarely behind the car, shifted into reverse, and hit the gas pedal.

The screech of brakes accompanied my toy horse flying from my hands. I saw the man fall and turn to a pulpy mass on the road.


M sits silently pondering. The driver’s door opens again.

Now the part that never gets old.

A flutter of wind catches M’s scarf, tugging it down around her neck. The green and writhing membrane opens, flaring from her facial bones like enormous wings. Flickering tongues emerge, naked, alive, and hungry. The run-over man greets the sight with screams until the membrane envelops his broken flesh with soft murmurs of digestive fluid: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

From the trees something normal, deprived of a meal, takes wing and flies away.


— S.P. Miskowski

This story originally appeared in Forbidden Futures.

Franz von Stuck_Medusa

Medusa, Franz von Stuck



Amid the flurry of end-of-year releases and end-of-decade lists, you may have missed this big, beautiful anthology, NOX PAREIDOLIA. Edited by Robert S. Wilson and magnificently illustrated by Luke Spooner, the book contains thirty-one haunting stories exploring the dark edges of pareidolia, “the tendency to perceive a specific, often meaningful image in a random or ambiguous visual pattern…the human ability to see shapes or make pictures out of randomness.” (Merriam-Webster)

This is a stunning anthology, gorgeous in both appearance and content. I’m proud to be included among these talented writers of strange fiction. NOX PAREIDOLIA is an excellent reading choice right now, during the post-holiday doldrums, and it could use some ratings and reviews—blog posts, social media sharing, Goodreads, Amazon… Show the love, to help other weird fiction lovers find this book.

Thanks and happy reading in 2020!

Table of Contents:
“Watch Me Burn With the Light of Ghosts” by Paul Jessup
“Immolation” by Kristi DeMeester
“Her Eyes Are Winter” by Christopher Ropes
“8X10” by Duane Pesice and Don Webb
“Bag and Baggage” by Greg Sisco
“The Dredger” by Matt Thompson
“Hello” by Michael Wehunt
“Gardening Activities for Couples” by Alvaro Zinos-Amaro
“Lies I Told Myself” by Lynne Jamneck
“The Unkindness” by Dino Parenti
“Merge Now” by Kurt Fawver
“when we were trespassers” by doungjai gam
“Rum Punch is Going Down” by Daniel Braum
“Unmoored” by Sean M. Thompson
“Just Beyond the Shore” by Elizabeth Beechwood
“The Schoolmaster” by David Peak
“The Past You Have, The Future You Deserve” by K.H. Vaughan
“Herr Scheintod” by LC von Hessen
“The Room Above” by Brian Evenson
“Sincerely Eden” by Amelia Gorman
“Wild Dogs” by Carrie Laben
“The Moody Rooms of Agatha Tate” by Wendy Nikel
“Salmon Run” by Andrew Kozma
“The Little Drawer of Chaos” by Annie Neugebauer
“When the Nightingale Devours the Stars” by Gwendolyn Kiste
“Far From Home” by Dan Coxon
“Birds” by Zin E. Rocklyn
“Strident Caller” by Laird Barron
“The Taste of Rot” by Steve Toase
“Venom” by S.P. Miskowski
“In the Vastness of the Sovereign Sky” by S. L Edwards


Cover illustration by Don Noble.

Legends of Claudia

“If you don’t mind, I find it advisable to schedule activities early in the day. Even a simple task, or a conversation, requires all of my concentration.

“By dusk my thoughts will skitter and slide away from me. Maybe that’s a blessing. Lately I find I can only remember well what I’d rather forget. I’m told this is common in people with similar conditions. Without warning or invitation, the errant past will sneak up on me and flood the more confusing nights. Crimson light bleeds into the edges of multiple images, and memories stutter in their frames until they begin to burn and curl at the corners.

“I’ve known many stories. This one doesn’t matter anymore, and I don’t know what it means.

“When I was twelve years old my parents took me on a road trip to kidnap my cousin. ‘Kidnap’ may be the wrong word. Maybe ‘abduct’ or ‘collect’ or even ‘contain’ would be more accurate. Whatever the term, Claudia was running wild, my parents were sent on a mission to stop her, and they decided I should join them…”


—from “Legends of Claudia,” S.P. Miskowski, Supernatural Tales 40 (Summer 2019)

Cover art by Sam Dawson



Coming soon and available for pre-order: NOWHEREVILLE: WEIRD IS OTHER PEOPLE edited by Scott Gable & C. Dombrowski (Broken Eye Books), which includes my story, “Patio Wing Monsters,” in a very exciting lineup of talented authors:

Nuzo Onoh

Maura McHugh

P. Djèlí Clark

Evan J. Peterson

S.P. Miskowski

Craig Laurance Gidney

Lynda E. Rucker

Tariro Ndoro

D.A. Xiaolin Spires

Mike Allen

Jeffrey Thomas

Erica L. Satifka

Kathe Koja

Leah Bobet

Ramsey Campbell

Wole Talabi

Stephen Graham Jones

R.B. Lemberg

Cody Goodfellow



Knock Knock sale & giveaway

This week only (August 18th at 8 am to August 25 at 12 am) the Kindle edition of my Shirley Jackson Award nominated debut novel, Knock Knock, will be available for 99 cents. And the publisher, Omnium Gatherum Media, is giving away three paperback copies of the book. All you have to do is go to the link and sign up, for a chance to win one of three paperback copies.

At the center of this novel-length fairy tale are three restless girls, best friends stuck in the backwater of Skillute, Washington in the late 1960s. Their neighbors and families are petty or poor, or both. They warn the girls not to go into the forest. Something evil lurks there, they say. During a playful oath, the girls wander too far and their mistake unleashes a malignant spirit that terrorizes Skillute for the next fifty years.


“Along with Brendan Connell’s The Architect, I rate Delphine Dodd as the best novella I read in 2012, and Knock Knock as the best book I read in any category… Eventually the story achieves a momentum all its own, rushing headlong to a shattering finale, and the prose…attains a fever dream intensity, so that we can’t trace any clear divide between reality and the skewed perspectives of the characters, the two blurring into each other, everything viewed through a blood red filter and in the light cast by flickering flames.” – Peter Tennant, Black Static

“One of my favorite horror writers…” – Laird Barron, for Locus Magazine

“…more than a great read; it is a fascinating meditation on the nature of horror. There are supernatural elements to the book, yes, but the setting (an impoverished, ruined logging town) and the main characters (three school girls with hopes and dreams made improbable if not impossible by their realities) are a beautifully rendered commentary on the cyclical nature of real-world human tragedy.” – Molly Tanzer, author of Creatures of Want and Ruin

“Beautifully written and relentlessly suspenseful, it’s a great book to curl up with on a cold winter’s night. Just be sure to keep the doors locked and all the lights on!” – Lucy Taylor, author of The Silence Between the Screams

“…excellent character-driven, creeping horror, featuring mostly women in the main roles, with some very good writing. What’s not to love?” – Chelsea Pinson, Silk Spun


cover art and design by Russell Dickerson

Available for Pre-Order: The Worst Is Yet to Come

My new, short novel is now ready for pre-order at the publisher’s site. Trepidatio is offering the book in paperback and in three ebook versions. You can purchase the ebook (ePub, mobi for Kindle, or PDF) or buy the paperback to be released February 22, 2019, and receive the ebook of your choice to download immediately.

This little book went through a lot of changes. It began as a straightforward thriller about a family experiencing strange occurrences after meeting a teenage girl from a broken home. As I continued to write, the more magical and disturbing elements of Skillute, Washington began creeping in on all sides.

Skillute is the fictional setting for my first novel Knock Knock, novellas Delphine Dodd, Astoria and In the Light (Omnium Gatherum) as well as an origin story for one of the characters, soon to be published in the anthology Sisterhood edited by Nate Pedersen (Chaosium). Each may be read as a stand-alone but there are overlapping and intersecting characters and events that take on new meaning if you read all of the stories. Over the course of these tales the setting has altered, its history becoming entwined with the fate of its residents, and the land itself has taken on a central role.

I decided to let Skillute guide me this time. The result is a psychological and supernatural story of longing, of illusions clouding reality, of escape and the desire to belong. All I can promise you is that, no matter what occurs in this weird town where every creature and every object seems to have a life of its own–the worst is yet to come.


For most of her fourteen years, Tasha Davis has languished in the rural-suburban town of Skillute, Washington. Her parents offer plenty of comfortable—if stifling—emotional support, but what she needs is a best friend.

In her final year at Clark Middle School, Tasha meets a strange, new classmate. Briar Kenny is the self-styled rebel Tasha wants to be, and the Davises are the kind of close-knit family Briar covets. A moment of unexpected violence spawns a secret between the two girls and awakens a mystery from the past.

Unknown to Tasha and Briar, their secret also attracts something monstrous from a forgotten corner of Skillute. The town is haunted by its history, scarred with the lingering spirit of broken and scattered families, abandoned real estate ventures, and old scores never settled between neighbors. But there’s more to the place than memory and legend. Beneath the landscape something malignant rages, and it will stop at nothing to find a route into the physical world.


Cover art by Mikio Murakami.