As you wipe your nervous brow, I invite you to journey into my nightmares. Let's walk together in an Appalachian Mountain mist as we read by moonlight. Or would you rather by candlelight in a French Quarter piano bar with Jack the Ripper or a werewolf? If you hear Voodoo drums while reading it is expected. In fact, the Voodoo Queen demands it. Whether in shadowed swamp fog with squirming leeches, hunted in a cavern on an alien planet, or investigating a murder on a planet of...werewolves under a crimson moon, there’s a story for you. A few of my lurid stories may chill your blood to a nice corpulent ooze. A few… I gave sharper fangs and a higher body count to bite in nicely.