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Elana is a demon feasting on death metal singers. Sage is the singer for Soiled Carcass. When their worlds collide, a possession of primal extremes unfolds.
Death is only the beginning… There was only so long that the crypt could hide the secrets. Only so long the living could wait to pry open the coffin’s lid and discover the truth. For millennia, humans have pondered the endless abyss, made their own determinations, sobbed at the tombstones of lovers and prayed for a restful thereafter. Now, for the first time, “The Other Side” is revealed in all its decrepit glory. In this dark fiction and horror anthology, eleven horror authors explore the infinite possibilities that lay beyond the living. Featuring ghosts, graves, celestial voyages, forgetful realms, and forests of the dead, “The Other Side” will have you questioning all that yo...
The year is 1987. Hair is big. Rock 'n' roll is hard. A hallucination plagued detective teams up with a criminal profiler in the wild underground of heavy metal to hunt a serial killer carving lyrics into the flesh of his victims. When a body with a glam-rock makeover is discovered, a detective haunted by a dark past must embrace new investigative techniques. A serial killer leaves a trail of carnage without a trace. A detective is trapped in the wild underground of heavy metal... Closer to the killer than he knows... Will he be the hunter or the prey?
This is the way that Owen's life takes a drastic turn: with a forced surfacing from the basement of the Elm Film House, and an unexpected guest at Friday Fright Night. Owen loves classic horror films, his exotic pets, and a beautiful cheese and wine pairing. Driven by an upward spike of pain as he fights the urges spawned by his sickness, he hides from the world. At home, he relishes in the beauty of his carefully acquired exotic pets, works on the new, sterile terrarium in the basement, or devours a wheel of cheese while viewing a horror delight on the big screen in his film room. At the Elm Film House, he hides in the basement, examining reel after reel for flaws. He only surfaces to run a double horror feature at Friday Fright Night. He is destined to fight the evil within, alone, except for his pets. Until a milky-skinned, chocolate-haired goddess enters the stage of his troubled life. New feelings emerge. Old ones boil beneath the surface. What path will Owen be destined to follow? One of happiness? Or one drenched in blood?
It's 1987. Hairspray is thick. Everything glimmers. The skeletal remains of a young boy are discovered deep in a cave. Detective Mahoney holds a plane ticket to his daughter in one hand, grisly crime scene photos in the other. The body count spikes. The clues are horrifying. Is a murderous psychopath in a mental institution his only lead? The cryptic lyrics of an acid rock god lead him down a dusty LP path in search of a killer. Spiralling into a vortex of horrific images, past failures and rule-breaking, will he stop at nothing to catch the sadistic killer turning young boys into afterlife dolls? Will he live to see the other side?
It's 1987. Hairspray is thick. Everything glimmers. The skeletal remains of a young boy are discovered deep in a cave. Detective Mahoney holds a plane ticket to his daughter in one hand, grisly crime scene photos in the other. The body count spikes. The clues are horrifying. Is a murderous psychopath in a mental institution his only lead? Cryptic lyrics of an acid rock god lead him down a dusty LP path in search of a killer. Spiralling in a vortex of horrific images, failures, and rule-breaking, will he stop at nothing to catch the sadistic killer turning boys into afterlife dolls? Will he live to see the other side? The second book in the Detective Mahoney series, Acid Track is a 70s acid rock laced dark tale of serial killer vs detective. The follow up to Final Track, an 80s metal infused serial killer thriller.
It's 1987. Hair is big. Rock 'n' roll is hard. A killer leaves elaborate scenes in city parks--re-enactments of a dark fantasy driven by ritual. Detective Mahoney is haunted by the word "serial" as he confronts the ghost faces of a past failed case. The bodies stack up. The linkage is undeniable. The clues are bizarre and inconclusive. Drowning in human carnage and pulled into the wild underground of hard rock, Detective Mahoney questions his old-school methods. Does he trust his gut? Does he embrace new hocus pocus profiling? Or does he let the ghost faces drive him to insanity while a killer runs free?