Scott Crowder: 17 books

Four years ago, Belro Addison’s wife betrayed him, and he found himself a slave in the city of Sera’thina because of it. He holds no ill-will against her or her lover, though; the kyronite mines are where he belongs, their endless tunnels the only home he knows anymore, their cleansing flames...

Two cousins, bound together by the chains of poverty, happen upon something one hot summer morning that neither finds himself willing to surrender to the other. Each sees in it an escape, either from brutal squalor or crushing loneliness. They'll fight each other for it. They'll kill and die for it. The thing they happen upon that summer morning is, after all, the body of a murdered child.

Better not pout, better not cry, better not shout, I'm telling you why: the Red Father's coming, and he's the thing children fear most about Christmas night. He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows when you've been bad or good, so for God's sake, run, even if it does...

Damn stupid kids. Damn these stupid-ass kids and their baseball bats and their boring-ass lives that they ain't got nothin' better to do on a Wednesday night but drive around bustin' up mailboxes. Luther Guthrie's tired of replacing broken mailboxes and isn't going to put up with it anymore, not one...

Who is the Meat in the basement? That's the question on police SWAT Lt. Boulder Johnson's mind. The basement is in his brother-in-law Harley Earle's house and the question is important; Harley's wife Becca, Boulder's sister, was never found after the uprising that saw the dead awaken. They were known...

Something stalks the inhabitants of a small North Carolina town, something with an appetite that can't be sated. Two girls are forced to help it hunt for meat so that they can save their mother. Is there enough of Mom left to save, though?

For the last couple of years I have written a Halloween poem for my daughters and read it aloud at our Halloween party. This was last year's and it's based on the premise that the Irish, before they came to America, used to carve jack-o-lanterns from turnips. It was only after they came to the new...

For the last couple of years I have written a Halloween poem for my daughters and read it aloud at our Halloween party. This is the poem I'll read this Saturday at our Halloween party, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy Halloween!

You’ve heard the saying ‘Jesus is coming and, boy, is he pissed’. Well, you don’t know the half of it. He’ll start Armageddon in the tiny town of Garrett’s Gap, North Carolina then take it into the world unless Sheriff’s Deputy Chuck Halsey and the stranger who came to help can stop...

How many ways are there to die as you hunt out here in the icy Minnesota winter? Too many: frost-bite, wild animals, disease, starvation. More if you count the dead things hunting you in turn. The worst has to be the same people you'd hoped you could count as allies here at the end of the world....

They rip us apart from the inside when they flee from their world into ours. They’re officially known as Transmigrating Hostiles, but people on the street call these creatures a multitude of names: screamin’ demons, hellhounds, Subjekt 44s; take your pick. People exist who can see...

At last; Undermeat, finished and complete -- Sweetly and the junkie are in love. There's another man in Sweetly's life, though, a man named Dylan Rose, Sweetly's boss and manager, her controller and pimp. He drove the junkie away once upon a time, breaking the junkie's hope like a spine, driving him...

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow is one of our most enduring stories, but what if the story hadn't always been the same one with which you grew up? Go back in time and hear about the myth behind the legend, but only if you dare...

There is a black shark swimming through her; through the fluids of her sex and the saliva in her mouth, through the aqueous humor that fills her eyes and the blood that pounds mercilessly in her veins. Its great sweeping tail is always pushing her, driving her ever onward to hunt and kill and eat.To stop is to die and it never stops.It is always hungry.