Every town has at least one… the house at the end of the deserted street with the malevolent, off-kilter window eyes; the dark side of the lake where the air feels just a little colder, the wind a little meaner; the lonely lane or gravel path that makes you quicken your step on a moonless night…

In River Town, that place is The Dying House–as dark and deadly as it is necessary, folks come to this ancient plot of land to die… that is, until the continuing begins…

Click the link below to read an excerpt from my short story “The Dying House,” included in ANTHOLOGY Year Two: Inner Demons Out, A Celebration of Speculative Fiction and Art, a collection showcasing the combined talents of the authors, poets and artists of AnthoCon, Northern New England’s only Multi-Genre Literature and Arts Convention.

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