In a season of dead weather, the mind clutches at reality; but what does it find instead? Madness, or monsters? Ghosts, or things more terrible than ghosts? Illusions, or invasions? Dreams, or the darkness at the end of all nightmares? One thing is clear: these are tales that echoes tell, in a season of dead weather.
The weird, the uncanny, the strange: these are the local conditions of dead weather.
And these are stories based on dreams and nightmares, on things barely glimpsed in the moonrise, on places perfectly normal by day but haunted by the light of winter stars.
Along with stories that appeared in "All Hallows" and in the ROC anthology, "Alone on the Darkside" are tales that have never seen the light -- but now, as daylight fades, the stories can be told.
In a season of dead weather, the mind clutches at reality; but what does it find instead? Madness, or monsters? Ghosts, or things more terrible than ghosts? Illusions, or invasions? Dreams, or the darkness at the end of all nightmares? One thing is clear: these are tales that echoes tell, in a season of dead weather.
The weird, the uncanny, the strange: these are the local conditions of dead weather.
And these are stories based on dreams and nightmares, on things barely glimpsed in the moonrise, on places perfectly normal by day but haunted by the light of winter stars.
Along with stories that appeared in "All Hallows" and in the ROC anthology, "Alone on the Darkside" are tales that have never seen the light -- but now, as daylight fades, the stories can be told.