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Space Stations and Graveyards

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Overview

Space Stations and Graveyards is a collaborative effort involving three of the most talented young horror writers today. Space Stations and Graveyards is a collection of 24 stories that reflect their love of science fiction and horror. And many of the stories within are actually an amalgam of the two genres. This book is a treat for the mind and soul... a Must Read for those familiar with these talented writers... and a Gotta Try for those that are not!

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Author Information

Bio of Jason Brannon

Favorite Authors: Ray Bradbury, Richard Laymon, H.P. Lovecraft, Simon Clark, Douglas Clegg Favorite Books: The Stand (S. King), In the Dark (R. Laymon), The October Country, The Illustrated Man, The Martian Chronicles, I Sing The Body Electric (R. Bradbury), Curfew (P. Rickman), Blood Crazy (S. Clark) Writing Credits: My stories have appeared in over 80 publications including Twilight Showcase, Electric Wine, The Edge: Tales of Suspense, Bloody Muse, The Witching Hour, Peridot Books, Welcome to Nod, Nemeton, Horrorfind.com and Black Petals. My short story collection, Puzzles of Flesh, was published by Silver Lake Publishing in 2001. In addition my debut novel, Rusty Nails, will be published sometime in the near future by The Fiction Works. I have Also recently taken over as editor for The Haunted webzine.

Bio of Eric S. Brown

Eric S. Brown is the author of over 120 accepted tales by markets such as The Edge: Tales of Suspense, Blood Lust, Story House, Eternal Night, Aoife's Kiss, Wicked Hollow, Black Petals, The Best of the Sword's Edge, and The of Flesh and Hunger anthology to name a few. He is also author of the sold out chapbook Dark Karma and the chapbook Bad Mojo from Undaunted Press. He has been an editor for Night Shopping magazine, the award winning Alternate Realities e-zine, and is the book reviewer for the Haunted. Eric has also written numerous freelance articles, most notably for the Smoky Mountain News. He is 28 years old and lives in North Carolina with his wife Shanna, cat Howard, and an insanely huge collection of "Fantastic Four" comic books.

Bio of John Grover

I am a 31 year old writer residing in Taunton, Massachusetts. I have always had an interest in horror from the time I was a young boy. I can remember growing up watching Creature Double feature with my brother on Saturday afternoons. My love of writing started when I was in High School and I can remember that any writing assignment asked of me in class always seemed to end up being a ghost story or the story of a maniac that lived in the woods in my neighborhood. At 18, I decided to take my writing seriously and have been creating works of the macabre and submitting to editors and publishers ever since. I am currently taking a creative writing class at Fisher College and I am an affiliate member of the Horror Writer ' s Association. I feel my writing has changed and evolved over the years and as I ' ve read more, watched more horror movies and learned of the exciting power of the internet and the ability to reach thousands with my work all over the world, I think that I ' m at the the top of my game and can only get better. My favorite shows today and yesterday are, The X-files, Buffy the vampire slayer, Tales from the darkside, Twilight Zone, Monsters, Tales from the crypt, The Outer Limits and Star Trek (all of them).

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Imprint

Double Dragon Publishing

Filesize

663.61 KB

Number of Pages

188

eBook ISBN

9781554040292

Excerpt from: Space Stations and Graveyards by Jason Brannon

The shadows were her thread, and Juliette's hands the loom. Until that moment when I peeked through the haberdasher's window, I never realized that words could shift and crumble so dramatically, and yet, the small fragile place I had built turned to dust before my eyes, razed to the ground by darkness and a loving touch. And the man in the storefront window was what turned my eyes to the light.

As it was, the evening was late when I stepped out of the smoky bar, listening to the noise of fistfights and splintering chairs and shattered bottles behind me; and for the briefest of moments, I was lost, like a child staring blindly at the sun. I vowed that I would never again consume so much liquor that I took leave of my senses, but even as the promise left my mind and entered my heart, I wasn't sure that whiskey had anything to do with my disorientation. I couldn't remember ordering a drink or why I had been in the bar to begin with. Still, who went to a bar if not to sip at a beer or down a shot or two of tequila?

The line between life and death is thin, and it's made of silver and steel, I thought to myself stupidly as I contemplated my problem and aching head. I wasn't at all sure what that meant, and it scared me a little to be thinking in a gibberish that only Lewis Carroll would have understood.

Something definitely wasn't right, and I knew it. But I tried to push the thought out of my mind along with that bit about the line between this life and the next. The moon was bright and hot against my skin, and I didn't feel comfortable in front of the well-lit club. But at least it made me focus on something other than my own confusion. Hoping to clear my mind a little, I stepped into the alley that ran beside the bar. Once I was completely immersed in the darkness like a man in the midst of sleep, I remembered where I was supposed to go-Juliette's shop. Never mind that it was the only place I could think of. It was the right place, and I went there with only vague remembrances of what I had done in that neon-lit bar.

As I walked, the possibility entered my mind that someone might have slipped something into my drink. The way the moon had made me squint and duck into the dark alley seemed to support that notion. The fact that my head was aching and I was having a hard time remembering certain things did too. So far as I knew my mind wasn't generally prone to forgetfulness, but a mickey in my glass would more than compensate for good mental health. Somehow I knew that listening to Juliette whisper her affections in my ear would make things better. It always did.