New Releases from DarkFuse and Delirium Books

By: Steve Pattee

In: News

Published: 29 May 2012

Check out the latest releases from DarkFuse Publications and Delirium Books!

Night of the Wendigo
Written by William Meikle
Novel published by DarkFuse Publications
$6.99 (Kindle Edition), $16.99 (Paperback)
Released on May 15th 2012

Four hundred years ago a Scottish cargo ship fell prey to a Wendigo at an early settlement on the Hudson River. Now a team of archaeologists have uncovered the boat, and let loose the evil.

Soon Manhattan is hit by an ice storm like no other. Besides the wind and ice, there is something else moving in the storm. Blue, cold things, with razor sharp teeth.

Sorrow Creek Small Sorrow Creek (Book Club Novella #36)
Written by Christopher Fulbright and Angeline Hawkes
Novella published by Delirium Books
$4.99 (Kindle Edition), $30.00 (150 Limited Hardcover)
Released on June 12th, 2012

The name of Sorrow Creek Plantation should have been Max and Cassi Gautreaux’s first clue. The chilling inscription on the old rebel Captain's crypt in the cemetery on their property should have warned them away. Nevertheless, they’re committed to the cause of refurbishing the old home, especially in the wake of Max’s nervous breakdown, which drove them into the backwoods to seek a quieter life. But when they discover a cache of decaying baby items hidden away in a wall with the name Magdalena on a yellowed scrap of paper, things start to happen. Unspeakable things.

Now, Max and Cassi are drawn into a tangled web of mystery, murder, ghosts and deceit. Voodoo stirs the mists of the Louisiana swamps, drawing them deeper into the scarred and haunted heart of the bayou, to face the darkest secrets of Sorrow Creek.

Without Purpose, Without Pity (Book Club Novella #35)
Written by Brian Hodge
Novel published by Delirium Books
$4.99 (Kindle Edition), $30.00 (150 Limited Hardcover)
Released on June 12th, 2012

"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," they used to say here. But nobody had any idea how true that would really come to be.

When Las Vegas fell, it fell in stages. First, the long, slow death by drought. Then financial collapse and mass exodus. Scorched earth and scapegoats thrown to the flames. Finally, it fell from the face of the earth, cut off by a mysterious vortex that churns as relentlessly as the Red Spot on Jupiter, raised by forces we couldn't possibly imagine.

So why had I stayed until it was too late? Easy: I'd spent years covering fights, and all of a sudden they were breaking out all over.

Now, in the aftermath, that's about the only thing that hasn't changed here. People still love to watch a good fight. So I'm lucky, one of the few to have kept his place in the world. Along with the fighters, who fight for the same reasons they always have. For honor, for respect, for the entertainment of a thirsty crowd of people starved for something unpredictable to watch, besides a horizon that will kill them.

But things can always get worse.

It started when one-time heavyweight contender Darius Thurman came back from a desert run a week late. It started with the call from his trainer, telling me how he was beginning to change. It started with the obvious conclusion:

Whatever had been on the outside all this time was finally finding its way in…

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About The Author

Author: Steve Pattee

Administrator, US Editor

He's the puppet master. You don't see him, but he pulls the strings that gets things done. He's the silent partner. He's black ops. If you notice his presence, it's the last thing you'll notice — because now you're dead. He's the shadow you thought you saw in that dark alleyway. You can have a conversation with him, and when you turn around to offer him a cup of coffee, he's already gone.