Steve Vernon: 129 books

The story of a young farmer, a wishing ring, and a fairy named Queen Maab. Old school fairy tale telling at its very finest. WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING ABOUT STEVE VERNON "The genre needs new blood and Steve Vernon is quite a transfusion." –Edward Lee, author of FLESH...

Meet Sprague Deacon - one of the toughest old-time hockey players who ever skated upon a rink of hand-poured ice. Sprague was born and raised and he expects to die here on the Northern Labrador coast. What he did not expect was a tour bus full of vampires - none of whom glitter in the least bit -...

It was Easter Monday, 1952. It was a day like any other. The slat truck rolled into camp with half a dozen new convicts. I counted a couple of vagrants, one drunk, one assaulter and one assaultee. All of that and Olan Walker. Olan Walker was the first man out of the slat truck and the...

"I hate cats more than any man on the planet," Grandpa always told us. "A dog you can take hunting and a moose you can shoot, but a cat only gets in the way and barfs on your carpet in the nighttime, most usually in the very spot that you step on first thing in the morning with your...

The last vampire on Earth is walking through a desert, searching for a single empty bottle. It is all that he needs to survive. He is walking upon sand glazed by heat. He feels each single particle fused together like the icing on a funeral cake. The sun pours down on to his body like a white...

"Leave Luther's body right where we flung it," Bates said. "You aren't burying anyone today." After Sally Mae Webster phoned me up to tell me that my Korean War buddy Luther Webster had been shot and killed by the Bates brothers I knew that I wasn't going to stop until I had righted that wrong. I...

So this vampire walks into a palm reading shop... That might sound to you like the beginning of a joke - but MOVING LINES is a tale of a very brief yet hauntingly eternal love between the undead and the living brought to you by Steve Vernon, Nova Scotia's hardest working horror author. WHAT...

Nobody really knew how long the old Funnel mansion had stood empty, waiting up there high on Carpenter’s Hill like a child’s forgotten lunch box, any more than anybody knew just how long that old cat had squatted in behind the screen of the front porch window. Three young boys are about to find...

Nobody really knew how long the old Funnel mansion had stood empty, waiting up there high on Carpenter's Hill like a child's forgotten lunch box, any more than anybody knew just how long that old cat had squatted in behind the screen of the front porch window. Three young boys are about to find out...

A long plus a long plus about three more long times a hundred more longs squared to the hippopotamus long time ago, a boy sat all by himself just outside of his family’s woodshed, drawing cats. The boy was waiting to be punished for drawing cats and he knew deep down inside of himself that he probably...

It was Easter Monday, 1952. It was a day like any other. The slat truck rolled into camp with half a dozen new convicts. I counted a couple of vagrants, one drunk, one assaulter and one assaultee. All of that and Olan Walker. Olan Walker was the first man out of the slat truck and the...

"Leave Luther's body right where we flung it," Bates said to me. "You aren't burying anyone today." After Sally Mae Webster phoned me up to tell me that my Korean War buddy Luther Webster had been shot and killed by the Bates brothers I knew that I wasn't going to stop until...

“I hate cats more than any man on the planet,” Grandpa always told us. “A dog you can take hunting and a moose you can shoot, but a cat only gets in the way and barfs on your carpet in the nighttime, most usually in the very spot that you step on first thing in the morning with your bare feet...

There are things out there that you ain't dreamed of! Things like back-from-the-dead mountain men, green ghost rock spirits, carrion stallions, time-travelling mad scientists and zombified buffalo. And that's just for starters. This is a bone-chilling romp through a Buffalo Bill...