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Spire IV, the last remaining bio-habitat for Humanity. Ruled by the Conclave, guarded by the militant Rangers ... it should be the haven for mankind. Tyler Mason knows different. In the company of a being he was told never existed, hunted by his brother, his father and fellow Conclave members, the young man carries the blood of a monster inside ... which he is told is killing him. The monsters are real, the nightmares of Mankind's past still very much alive and willing to finish the war supposedly ended hundreds of years ago. And only Tyler Mason and his friends stand between them and their...

Hundreds of years ago, Mankind fled the surface of the planet, following a cataclysmic war with monsters of Its own making. Now, the last remnants of Humanity survive in Spires. Massive bio habitats deep beneath the surface. Tyler Mason is the son of a Founding family, a member of the militant elite. His life is filled with service to the ruling Conclave, policing the Spire and fighting rebel elements bent on overthrowing hundreds of years of diligent service to the people of Spire IV. Sent on a mission to the depths of the Spire, Tyler could not guess how his life would change. How ...

A strange symbol. Supernatural events. Portals to parallel worlds. Strange things are afoot in coastal New England. A group of extraordinary writers gathered in Salem, Massachusetts, at the legendary Hawthorne Hotel to collaborate on an eerie anthology for the Witches of Salem writers’ retreat hosted by J. Thorn and Zach Bohannon. These talented writers wrote a collection of short stories in a cocreated world that will satisfy even the most hardcore dark fantasy and speculative fiction listeners. Curse of the Spiral is a new paranormal dark fantasy anthology.

It had been a fun few weeks, I’ll be honest. But life looked set to return to normal. Kittens needed finding, my love life needed unknotting, and my dog hadn’t chased a squirrel in ages. Nice, simple stuff for me to focus on. Yeah, right. Like that was ever going to happen. The not-so-small matter of a kidnapped girl, a bunch of devious trolls, and a flock of boiled seagulls puts the Pack and me on a madcap hunt for the madman who threatens not just the sanctity of the Accords but of the whole Realms as we know them. This time, the government’s involved, bringing with it a bagload of ...

If I'm being brutally honest, things had gone monumentally wrong. And we were hurting. We'd suffered betrayal and deception at the Blooding, costing more lycan their lives than was conceivable. And I'd lost the mortal woman I was pretty sure I loved. Worse yet, I’d ended up being dragged off by those shadowy governmental agents, intent on making my life even more miserable. If that were possible. Or so I thought. Turns out, we've been offered a job. Tasked with apprehending a handful of escaped mythological prisoners intent on causing havoc in our back yard. Things have gotten so bad in ...

Herne the Hunter. Missing. Presumed dead. You would think with the death of immortals on the loose, wanting to become Queen of her own Court and at odds with the Powers of the Real, that life would be fairly straight-forward. But no. Plenty of surprises left to spring on a mutt like me. Waking to an early morning visitor to my home, I soon find myself bound back to the Real. To the Wyld, where I in fact came from and where my mother died before I knew her. To investigate the disappearance and possible death of my father, whilst trying to convince the Powers that I'd be the worst possible ...

London’s burning! The mad Queen of Twilight has set her hordes on my city, dragons rule the skies and a black knight is hunting for my head to stick on a spike. It doesn’t help that the knight is Gregory Allen, or that we lycan are still sickened from Cerce’s hex. Seriously weakened for any sort of fight. Or even that Morgana might be just insane enough to bring the Mortal Realm and the Real crashing together, and watch them both burn for her dark delight. To answer her, we’re heading into Twilight. To face trolls, draugr and every nightmare from Norse legend and myth. Whilst I ...

The Twilight Court has been restored. With Morgana at its head as Queen. It's been six months since we failed spectacularly to stop the immortal's well-crafted plans. A chunk of South London is now lost behind veiling mists of misdirection. Made over as the fae's new Court, for the last of the Twilight kin. And mortals are waking up to the reality of what the Deal is, given it being on their very doorstep. Six months of the mortal authorities dealing with the fallout of missing loved ones, interrupted businesses and real estate that apparently had vanished overnight. Whilst us lycan keep ...

When the going gets tough … the tough keep getting hit. Hard. The immortal behind Robert Knox, the one to blame for all the crazy we’ve suffered lately, has finally revealed herself. She’s left the Real in disarray, with Oberon out of the picture and loyal supporters tying up the Courts in civil war. Leaving us all alone to face the madness in the Mortal Realm. Gregory Allen is dead, and Elspeth’s lost to her grief. We’re out of leads, and the mortal authorities are dancing to Knox’s too-obvious Pied Piper tune, leading them off in completely the wrong direction. With nothing ...

Well, that's it. The world had ended. Brought to utter ruination by Oberon and his insanity. My life as I knew it was gone, and I was left stranded in its ruins. No friends. No Pack. No-one to call on to help me. I'd lost everything. I should probably just curl up somewhere and let it all go to shit. I'd done enough. As. If. I was going to find a way back home. To when things still made sense. Fix the mess made by one immortal fucker's monumental stupidity and greed. Me, Morgan Black. Lost kitten finder and Redcloak thief-taker. Part time Knight of the Courts. Set against horrors the like ...

Have you ever wondered what a werewolf eats? Or what werewolves do when they aren't terrorising innocent mortals? Or (and don’t even try to deny this one) – if werewolves really only do it doggy-style? All these questions and more are answered within these pages, with a heavy dose of sarcasm and more than a few tussles along the way. Allow me to introduce myself: Morgan Black – Redcloak, thief-taker, lost kitten-finder, member of the Pack, and a full time, dyed-to-the-bone lycan, at your service. I woke up this morning to what should have been a simple hunt for a uniquely famous ...

There’s no rest for the wicked. Or honest, hard-working lycan, it turns out. All I wanted to do was head home and sleep for a decade or two. Instead, I’ve just taken a phone call from Danny, and it’s changed everything. Felix is gone. Kidnapped by some truly nasty piece of work, leaving behind only a heavy-duty hex and the echo of the young woman’s despair and fear. The mortal police are on the case, and I’m about to butt heads with a pugnacious Detective Inspector who is suspicious of everything but looking for answers in all the wrong places. I’ve made a promise to find Felix,...

The mortals had gone and done it. Crossed an uncrossable line, kidnapping the Lord of the Wyld as well as other Real creatures. For what use, I had no idea ... but my imagination could conjure a hundred reasons. None of them good. The truth had not only not set me free, it had landed me in more trouble than I'd ever faced. Hunted, betrayed by allies and the life of my Alpha hanging by a mere thread, I faced an impossible task with a bunch of unlikely comrades. Find Herne. Discover the reason the mortals wanted him. Stop them before they committed even more idiocy and called down the wrath ...