Stark Raven Press imprint: 50 books

His name was Adam Kyler. He had eyes as black as licorice jujubes and a spit curl hooked across his forehead that reminded me of a young Superman. He was nine years old. It wasn’t his fault he was standing in the alley, but I shot him just the same... DOPPLE DRIBBLE is a story of revenge...

And that was when I saw him. That was when I saw Santa Claus. That’s right, the fat old Christmas elf himself. He was stretched out and slumped over on top of a snow-covered street bench, looking a little like someone had accidentally left a heap of red bathrobes and white woolly face-scarves...

Love is one of those words that people like to throw around – but sometimes love can be one of the meanest and nastiest games in town. If you’ve ever had your heart broken - then this book is for you. If you enjoy the taste of strong meat – then this book is for you. If...

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...

Detours are amazing creatures. They can shortcut your existence or lead you down a forever long road that will linger far into the distant reaches of eternity. It is these unexpected tangents that people stumble across nearly every day that will haunt you in a frightenly familiar fashion. Wander...

So you think that you know all about superheroes? Those guys in the capes and the lightly starched spandex speedoes. Leaping tall buildings and always getting the girl. You don't know nothing. Join Steve Vernon, Nova Scotia's hardest working horror writer, as he takes you into the world...

This isn’t John Wayne. Lone Star is just a beer. Forget about the Alamo. Here then are a trio of Texas tales of terror spun from the fevered brain of a nightmare-riding cowboy. Have you wondered just what sort of a cargo is in those big eighteen-wheeler rigs that prowl...

"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...