The leaves are falling.
You can smell that long-dying aroma of Autumn in the air. Kids are talking trick or treat and the leaves are already screaming at you in red and yellow and deep golden rust as they prepare for one final parachute down into the dirt.
The tombstones are talking amongst themselves and winter is hiding just around the corner.
It is the time of the year when people draw around the wood stove and the campfire and whisper stories of death and omens and ghosts and things that don't even have a name.
These are some of the creepiest October stories that I have ever written.
Why not pick up a copy today?
|Publisher:||Stark Raven Press|
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About the Author
Steve Vernon is a storyteller. The man was born with a campfire burning at his feet. The word "boring" does not exist in this man's vocabulary - unless he's maybe talking about termites or ice augers.
That’s all that Steve Vernon will say about himself – on account of Steve Vernon abso-freaking HATES talking about himself in the third person.
But I’ll tell you what.
If you LIKED the book that you just read drop me a Tweet on Twitter – @StephenVernon - and yes, old farts like me know how to twitter – and throw in a link to the Kobo version – and I’d be truly grateful.
Reviews are ALWAYS appreciated – but I know that not all of you folks are into writing big long funky old reviews – so shout the book out just any way that you can – because I can use ALL the help I can get.