Yes, folks, the days are getting shorter, the air’s getting cooler, and soon the leaves will start to change. When that happens, you know Halloween can’t be far behind. Get a jump on the scary season with my story "The Woman Who Hated Halloween," now available as an eBook from the good folks at Damnation Books.
Those of you who attended my readings at OSFest or NASFiC have heard my deathless take on it. Now you can get a copy of your very own.
The story is available in a variety of formats, including PDF, .lit,
.epub, and .mobi. A Kindle version is available here.The regular price is a measly $2.99–cheap! But if you act now, you can get it even cheaper. For new releases, Damnation Books has what they call variable pricing. The first copy downloaded is free (someone’s already gotten the free one, sorry), and each subsequent download increases the price by $.25. So hurry if you want to get it for under a buck!
Now that’s cheap, folks.
Here’s the jacket copy:
Janine D’Angelo had just finished showering when the screaming started.
She opened the frosted shower door and stepped out, releasing a swirl of steam into her master bathroom. The exhaust fan, softly purring, cleared it away in short order. White tile and golden faucet fixtures glistened. Behind her, the showerhead dripped its last. She pulled a thick green towel from the rack and dried herself, thinking of the sentencing she had to attend in the morning. The D.A. pushed for the death penalty, and would probably get it. She had done what she could, but held out little hope of prevailing. She’d told her client to expect as much at their appointment earlier that day. He responded with his preferred mode of expression—an emotionless stare.
Sighing, she glanced at the digital clock near the sink: 11:50 p.m. Maybe she’d be able to allow herself six hours of sleep.
A chorus of shrieks filled the bathroom, ear-splittingly loud, undeniably present—not in the next room, not coming from a television or stereo inadvertently left on, but unmistakably here, in the bathroom with her, echoing off the tiles. Screams. As of people in agony, in the deepest throes of terror, screaming their throats bloody. Men, women, children. Inarticulate, ghastly. Screams.
Boo!
That’s "The Woman Who Hated Halloween," now available from Damnation Books. Ask for it by name.
(ETA: If you’re a reviewer and would like a review copy, leave me a note in comments.)
