Silverwood: The Door: The Complete Season 1

Silverwood: The Door: The Complete Season 1

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Overview

In the forest of Silverwood you won't just lose your way, you'll lose your mind. Deep within the forest of Silverwood, California, a crack between dimensions has appeared. A dark force that lurks among the trees is growing stronger, determined to return home if it can only gather the strength to open the door—bad news for a Cub Scout troop and the employees of Hirsch Capital on a company retreat nearby. As their darkest fears and impulses power the mysterious force, their bonding exercises take a deadly turn. Will anyone be able to keep their minds long enough to close the door before our world is torn apart? Silverwood: The Door was written by a team of bestselling horror authors. Brian Keene is the host of the popular podcast The Horror Show with Brian Keene, award-winning author of The Rising, Ghoul, The Naughty List, The Ties That Bind, and Fast Zombies Suck. Richard Chizmar is a New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, Washington Post, Amazon, and Publishers Weekly bestselling author, the co-author—with Stephen King—of the bestselling novella, Gwendy’s Button Box and the founder/publisher of Cemetery Dance magazine and the Cemetery Dance Publications book imprint. Stephen Kozeniewski is the author of The Hematophages, Every Kingdom Divided, The Ghoul Archipelago, Hunter of the Dead. The Sisters of Slaughter, Michelle Garza and Melissa Lason are the authors of Mayan Blue. The novel is based on Silverwood by director Tony E. Valenzuela (award winning writer/director and creator of BlackBoxTV, the #1 most-subscribed&watched sci-fi/horror channel on YouTube.) Praise for Silverwood and the authors: "This guy is gold." —Stephen King, praise for Richard Chizmar

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781682105580
Publisher: Serial Box
Publication date: 02/01/2019
Series: Silverwood: The Door , #1
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 577
Sales rank: 601,884
File size: 1 MB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Keene is a bestselling novelist and comic book writer. He also hosts the popular podcast The Horror Show with Brian Keene. He has won numerous awards and honors, including the 2016 Imadjinn Award for Best Fantasy Novel, the 2015 Imaginarium Film Festival Awards for Best Screenplay, Best Short Film Genre, and Best Short Film Overall, the 2014 World Horror Grandmaster Award, 2001 Bram Stoker Award for Nonfiction, 2003 Bram Stoker Award for First Novel, 2004 Shocker Award for Book of the Year, and Honors from United States Army International Security Assistance Force in Afghanistan and Whiteman A.F.B. (home of the B-2 Stealth Bomber) 509th Logistics Fuels Flight. You can find more info at www.briankeene.com or on Twitter @BrianKeene.
Richard Chizmar is a New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, Washington Post, Amazon, and Publishers Weekly bestselling author. He is the co-author (with Stephen King) of the bestselling novella, Gwendy’s Button Box and the founder/publisher of Cemetery Dance magazine and the Cemetery Dance Publications book imprint. He has edited more than 35 anthologies and his fiction has appeared in dozens of publications, including multiple editions of Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine and The Year’s 25 Finest Crime and Mystery Stories. He has won two World Fantasy awards, four International Horror Guild awards, and the HWA’s Board of Trustee’s award. You can find more info at richardchizmar.com or on Twitter @RichardChizmar.
Stephen Kozeniewski (pronounced “causin’ ooze key”) lives in Pennsylvania, the birthplace of the modern zombie. During his time as a Field Artillery officer, he served for three years in Oklahoma and one in Iraq, where due to what he assumes was a clerical error, he was awarded the Bronze Star. He is also a classically trained linguist, which sounds much more impressive than saying his bachelor’s degree is in German. You can find him on Twitter @outfortune.
Michelle Garza and Melissa Lason are a twin sister writing team from Arizona. They have been dubbed The Sisters of Slaughter for their brand of horror and dark fantasy writing. They have been published by Thunderstorm books, Sinister Grin Press and Bloodshot Books. Their debut novel, Mayan Blue, was nominated for a Bram Stoker Award. You can find them on Twitter @fiendbooks.
Tony E. Valenzuela is an award-winning writer/director and creator of BlackBoxTV, the #1 most-subscribed & watched sci-fi/horror channel on YouTube. “BlackBoxTV Presents,” an anthology series (in the vein of The Twilight Zone) is the longest-running scripted drama online. In 2012, Tony partnered with YouTube Originals for a slate of programming that included a collaboration with Anthony E Zuiker (creator of C.S.I.) Tony recently completed his 2nd full-length feature (his first was distributed by IFC) and the wildly successful YouTube zombie survival game “Fight of the Living Dead.” He has collaborated with Jon Turtletaub, CBS, Fox Studios, The Los Angeles Times, Guillermo del Toro as well as Ron Howard & Brian Grazer’s New Form Digital. Additionally, in 2017 his work in VR and 360 filmmaking garnered him a Streamy Award for “Best Immersive Storyteller.”

Read an Excerpt

Having dropped the employees of Hirsch Capital off at the site of their corporate retreat, Willie was halfway back down the mountain when he realized he’d forgotten to take advantage of the bathroom. The pressure on his bladder grew urgent.

“Damn it.” His voice sounded very small inside the empty bus. “Ain’t no way I’ll make it to the bottom.”

He downshifted as the bus approached a steep grade in the road. He spotted a long gravel-filled lane up ahead—an emergency ramp for trucks whose brakes had failed. Pinching his crotch with one hand, Willie squirmed in the seat and changed lanes. Checking behind him, he saw the road was deserted, so he swerved into the breakdown lane. Gravel crunched beneath the bus’s tires as he slowed to a stop.

Leaving the engine running, Willie flung open the doors, clambered down, and hurried, bow-legged, toward the greenery. He pushed his way through a tangle of undergrowth. Vines and thorns tugged at his pant legs, and thin branches whipped his arms and chest. Curiously, there were no tall trees to stand behind and conceal himself from the road while he pissed. As he pressed farther into the brush, he saw why. He emerged into a stand of blackened, splintered tree trunks—a scarred, blasted heath left over from the wildfires that had scoured Silverwood a few years before. He looked down at his feet and realized that he was walking across a layer of ash. Grayish-black particles floated upward with every step. Farther ahead, Willie spotted pine trees, untouched by the blaze. They seemed to loom over the area, as if standing guard.

He glanced behind him. Although he could hear the bus’s engine running, he could no longer see the road. Satisfied that no passerby would see him either, Willie unzipped his fly and urinated into the ash. He sighed with relief, trembling. A hawk screeched overhead. Willie watched it circle. Then, finished, he shook himself, zipped back up, and turned to leave.

The first sneeze, violent and racking, took him by surprise. A bubble of snot dribbled from his nose. Willie reached up and wiped it away with the back of his hand. The mucus had miniscule black grit in it. Frowning, he touched his face. His fingertips came away coated with more black dust. It felt slightly tacky and had an odd, though not unpleasant, odor, similar to chocolate—sweet and somehow warm.

Pollen, he thought, or maybe ash? Either way, I don’t want to be breathing this shit in for too long.

He sneezed again and decided it was probably pollen, given his body’s reaction. But pollen wasn’t black—was it? And it didn’t smell sugary, like cotton candy melting in the sun.

Willie was halfway back to the bus when the trees began whispering to him.

He cried out in alarm and spun around in a circle, expecting to see someone hiding in the brush, but he quickly confirmed that he was alone. He slowly plodded back to where he’d been, and then past it, right to the edge of the forest. The whispering grew louder.

When he was a child, Willie’s mother had told him that the sound of the wind rustling through the trees was the sound of the trees talking. That sound and that memory had brought him comfort throughout his life. But this sound wasn’t like that. These were actual voices—harsh and ragged, quiet but powerful.

And there was no wind.

Willie stood there, helpless, and listened to what they had to say.

YOU CAN SEE YOUR WIFE AGAIN, the trees promised.

“But when?” Willie asked. “How?”

AFTER THE DOOR IS OPENED. AFTER THE DEPARTURE. BUT TO MAKE THAT HAPPEN, WE MUST FEED, AND YOU MUST HELP.

Willie nodded. “I can do that.”

Then, smiling, he made his way back to the bus and rooted around under the driver’s seat until he found his knife. Company policy forbade the drivers from carrying weapons, but most of Willie’s coworkers ignored that rule, keeping tear gas, pepper spray, baseball bats, or knives concealed but within reach in case of trouble. In today’s world, you couldn’t take any chances. Bad things could happen anywhere, anytime.

He hefted the knife in his hand, testing its weight. It would suffice until he found something better.

Still smiling, Willie stalked off into the woods.

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