Jason Wallace: 142 books

Nunzio Calabrisi is investigating the disappearance of his great-uncle, 71 years later. He goes to the one man that was with his uncle when he went missing, while they were on leave during World War II. All that the man can give him is a ring and the skeletal remains of the finger that the ring was...

Don’t go to sleep. These tales will surely haunt your dreams. No one awakens from their dark embrace. If your nightmares are not filled with a child murderer and a reanimated, murderous corpse, you will never find rest from the deadly secrets of the past, dismemberment, or being buried alive. Sleep, if you dare. Run, if you can. You will never be safe again.

Two Union soldiers get lost in a dense fog and captured by Confederate deserters, soon taken to an abandoned cabin for information about a federal payroll shipment, but there is a bloody history to the place, one that involves more secrets of torture than anyone will admit. Sometimes, the dead can do no less than take vengeance into their own rotted hands.

Hasn't anyone learned not to have a haunted house around Halloween? Be careful who you let in. In with the good, in with the bad. Maybe, the blood on the walls and floors is real. Sometimes, the killers inside are real.

Sherman can't understand why his wife is so mad, but he doesn't really care. All he needs is some food. If any men out there can sympathize with his plight and drop something off for him, he'll be a happy man. If you want to know what happened and why Sherman is not only on the run from his wife but being carefully watched by the police, read his letter.

The Robsons, Vernon and Michelle, think that getting their new home is the best thing that could have ever happened to them; however, they soon learn that there is much more to its old-fashioned charm, much more lurking beneath its floorboards and in its shadows. The house is a gateway, a keep of...

Journey through some of the inner workings and establishments of the country we know as the U.S.A. From the earliest colonial days until after World War I, find out some of the moments that shaped America and how they came to be and came to make America what it is. Whether colonization, war, battles...

This is the seemingly tall tale of the outlaw so brutal that the Devil would be ashamed to mention his name and the lawman determined to bring him to justice, whether that be the jailhouse or the graveyard.

From the American Revolution to the Civil War to the Wild West, learn about some of the most important men and women that you never knew about, people that shaped America, on both sides of the law and of different hues of skin. Warriors, farmers, lawmen, criminals, and much more are packed into these...

After years of heartache and pain,Sleepless nights, and going bitterly insaneAnd much more since you left me here, in shame,You’d think you’d, at least, get over the blame, butMaybe, you did, and that’s why you aren’t as madAs you used to be.I am and have been, since then, still the same.I...

I don't think I told youBut I would give my lifeTo hold youIf only onceCould you ever allow itSince I can't do it...Now that...The miles we have between usAren't any shorterBut only seem to keep usWishing so much it's hurtingAnd can we get through the next few monthsTil it could...

I messed up with the girl of my dreamsAnd no matter what anyone else thinks or how it seemsI knew you were the one I wanted, the only oneThat's ever been so realI never meant to hurt you so muchAnd if my life was half enoughTo make up for thatYou could take that life away

What'd I doDo I deserveWhat I'm goin throughIt's almost made me dieFor feelings of lustI don't know whyI could betray her trustIs everything I ever told herJust a lieI confess I caused this messI don't tryTo understandI don't know if I canBecause I know I'm a manIt's what I do

4 poets have come together in 1 place to share with you the innermost recesses of their souls and what lies in those sacred crypts. Feel the heartache, the pain, the love, the undying devotion, and the stillness of memory in this time-transpiring volume.