Talented authors, Amanda M. Lyons and Mark Woods, team up for an unprecedented collector’s editions of their debut works, with never before seen bonus stories.
Wendy Won’t Go
Billy and Sara are living a life of fear. Every day and every night since Sara was small they have been haunted by a terrible apparition. She is cold and she is cruel, strange and frightening. Her name is Wendy, and no matter where they go and no matter what they do, Wendy Won't Go.
Time of Tides
What if Global Warming wasn't just down to Climate Change? What if it was down to something else?
As the worst storm of all time hits the entire globe and as all across the world rivers burst their banks and the oceans start to rise, one family take to the Norfolk Broads to try and escape the floods. Little do they know their nightmare is just beginning...because as they are about to find out, nowhere is safe!
Love Like Blood
What would you do to save the life of your child? Anything? This short about a woman’s life turned juxtaposed horror explores just what anything means when your child’s fate is held by an insidious creature. Here we learn that love flows like blood.
Dairy of the Dead
Ever wonder what would happen to all the pets and livestock of the world during a zombie apocalypse? Mark Woods did in this short about a dairy farm gone array in the worst possible way.
She remembers blood.
A fine mist which goes deep into her lungs, over her skin and through the air. She remembers a desert at dusk. The sky indigo blue and the fire bright, so bright that she can see everything. Near the fire, in the night, all she knows is chaos wrapped in crimson. All is death and nightmare with a single solitary dancer who smiles cruelly as he moves. He is power and darkness. He is man and beast, silver coin eyes and that face, those claws and the agony of loss.
Time stretches wide; seconds like vast eons swallow up her world. Vince is dead, his mother, his brother and her small son ripped apart and gushing as he/it moves. She is screaming, a howl of agony beyond words, primal and wordless. Still he moves, faster than air, faster than she could ever be. Blood drips from her face as she grunts, running with her lungs on fire and her last remaining hope wrapped in her arms.
Lungs starved for air, heart leaping in her chest and her feet like pinions pushing her across the desert, she moves. It will never be enough. She will always fail. He is the wind, feathers and strange sounds wrap around her as she moves on, terrible laughter mocking her in the full bright light of the moon.
-from 'Love Like Blood' a story in Wendy Won't Go: Collector's Editon new from JEA!
Kindle $2.99
Time of Tides Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LWDMSP4
Wendy Won't Go Kindle http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LWDMH28
Paperback $9.99
WWG Collector's Print : https://www.createspace.com/4895131
Time of Tides Collector's Print: https://www.createspace.com/4895199
Wendy Won’t Go
Billy and Sara are living a life of fear. Every day and every night since Sara was small they have been haunted by a terrible apparition. She is cold and she is cruel, strange and frightening. Her name is Wendy, and no matter where they go and no matter what they do, Wendy Won't Go.
Time of Tides
What if Global Warming wasn't just down to Climate Change? What if it was down to something else?
As the worst storm of all time hits the entire globe and as all across the world rivers burst their banks and the oceans start to rise, one family take to the Norfolk Broads to try and escape the floods. Little do they know their nightmare is just beginning...because as they are about to find out, nowhere is safe!
Love Like Blood
What would you do to save the life of your child? Anything? This short about a woman’s life turned juxtaposed horror explores just what anything means when your child’s fate is held by an insidious creature. Here we learn that love flows like blood.
Dairy of the Dead
Ever wonder what would happen to all the pets and livestock of the world during a zombie apocalypse? Mark Woods did in this short about a dairy farm gone array in the worst possible way.
She remembers blood.
A fine mist which goes deep into her lungs, over her skin and through the air. She remembers a desert at dusk. The sky indigo blue and the fire bright, so bright that she can see everything. Near the fire, in the night, all she knows is chaos wrapped in crimson. All is death and nightmare with a single solitary dancer who smiles cruelly as he moves. He is power and darkness. He is man and beast, silver coin eyes and that face, those claws and the agony of loss.
Time stretches wide; seconds like vast eons swallow up her world. Vince is dead, his mother, his brother and her small son ripped apart and gushing as he/it moves. She is screaming, a howl of agony beyond words, primal and wordless. Still he moves, faster than air, faster than she could ever be. Blood drips from her face as she grunts, running with her lungs on fire and her last remaining hope wrapped in her arms.
Lungs starved for air, heart leaping in her chest and her feet like pinions pushing her across the desert, she moves. It will never be enough. She will always fail. He is the wind, feathers and strange sounds wrap around her as she moves on, terrible laughter mocking her in the full bright light of the moon.
-from 'Love Like Blood' a story in Wendy Won't Go: Collector's Editon new from JEA!
Kindle $2.99
Time of Tides Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LWDMSP4
Wendy Won't Go Kindle http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LWDMH28
Paperback $9.99
WWG Collector's Print : https://www.createspace.com/4895131
Time of Tides Collector's Print: https://www.createspace.com/4895199
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