Halloween Week Book Spotlight: Wolves In The Desert

Today, I have a treat with werewolves in the spotlight. I'm featuring a new release, Wolves In The Desert, another prequel story for Timothy Bateson's Shadows over Seattle: Prequels series. Enjoy.

Wolves In The Desert by Timothy Bateson 

When his squad is deployed to Iraq, Gunnery Sergeant Garfield Feldman leads them in a series of operations against forces loyal to Saddam Hussein. 

Recently rumors have been flying around base that the enemy has learned a few new tricks, and found ways to ambush Marine units from buildings that had been declared clear. 

Now Feldman's team has received orders to conduct a snatch-and-grab mission deep in enemy-held territory. But what lies behind the walls, and what can Feldman do to ensure the success of the mission?

Available At

Smashwords

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

Kobo

iBooks

Book Webpage

https://timothybatesonauthor.weebly.com/prequel-three---wolves-in-the-desert.html

Series Link

Shadows Over Seattle: Prequels

Author Bio

Timothy Bateson is a writer who broke into the market in 2014, with three short stories being featured in Halloween and science-fiction anthologies. In 2016, Bateson self-published a re-release of “Under A Hunter’s Moon”, the first of several stories set in the “Shadows Over Seattle” world, which he co-writes with his wife, Sandi.

Bateson is also a blogger who often spotlights books and fellow indie authors, alongside his other interests, such as the Brain to Books Cyber Convention events, falconry, journaling, quotes, and reading.    

Author Links

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Blog ("Ramblings of an Author")



Also, check out Timothy's 31 Days of Halloween on his blog 

Halloween Week: Dark Poetry Corner

Another installment of my Dark Poetry Corner for Halloween Week with the Banshee and Death.

Enjoy.

Banshee

Past the misty shores

from the midnight darkness

the wail of death shall sound

On the chilling wind

across the threshold stone

her piercing scream shall echo

The father will rage

The mother will weep

And the brightest son shall fall

~*~

The Final Day

Death walks the world in blackened silence

to watch life fall, the last of it to shrivel, to end

snuffed by her passing breath and lingering icy touch.

The wings of closing shadows trail her hushed steps.

She gives no mercy, no heed to screams or cries.

The sentence has been decreed. Life here is over.

 ~*~

Halloween Week: The Weeping Lady

Welcome to Halloween Week! This year I'm doing a monster theme, and to kick things off, I'm showcasing a new freebie I have, my short story The Weeping Lady. This is a ghost tale loosely based of the White Lady and La Llorona folklore. It was previously published by Xchyler Publishing as part of the Beyond the Wail: 12 Grave Stories of Love and Loss anthology. So prepare to be haunted...

The Weeping Lady by A. F. Stewart

Eva has mother issues.

And now she has a missing sister.

Rushing home to help with the search, she tumbles into family secrets, local legends, and worst of all, a ghost that haunts the nearby river. What connection does she have to the lingering spirit? Is the ghost really responsible for her sister disappearance? What horrible mystery surrounds the truth about her birth mother?  Can Eva confront her tragic past and save her sister? Or will the ghost finally claim its own?

Download from Prolific Works

Here's a little snippet:

Eva Douglas was headed home.

And she wasn’t happy about it.

As she neared the town limits, Eva manoeuvred her car off the road and parked in the shadow of the forest. Over the purr of the still-running engine, she debated with herself, hesitated, and stared at the outlying reaches of her childhood. Through the early morning sun glinting past the windshield, she could see the edges of Ashford, her quaint, picturesque hometown, that perfect hamlet she thought she left behind. Instinct urged her to flee, to turn around and drive back to university, back to her newfound sanctuary.

If only her sister hadn’t gone missing.

#OctoberFrights Day Six: The Assassin's Coin

For this the last day of October Frights, I bring you another book, this one by fellow hopper John Linwood Grant, about the his most terrifying assassin, Mr. Dry, and the days when Jack the Ripper stalked the streets of London...

Are You Afraid of the Dark (And October Frights) Presents

The Assassin's Coin: The True History of the Deptford Assassin

by John Linwood Grant

She is Catherine Weatherhead, and she is Madame Rostov. She will lie, though not with malice. She will deceive, though often with good cause. And she will change the course of history, for murder speaks to her. In Whitechapel, all talk is of Jack the Ripper, but there is another killer in play, and he most definitely has a name. Mr Edwin Dry, the Deptford Assassin. The truth is not what you believe. It is what he makes it.

Although THE ASSASSIN'S COIN is a standalone story, it is also a companion novel to the Jack the Ripper Victims Series novel, THE PROSTITUTE'S PRICE, by Alan M. Clark. To gain a broader experience of each novel, read both.

The Assassin's Coin is available on Amazon

For more stories with Mr. Dry (and other tales) also check out the author's other most most excellent book:  A Persistence of Geraniums and Other Worrying Tales

John Linwood Grant is an author and editor whose stories have appeared in various anthologies and is part of the team for Occult Detective Quarterly. He also runs the strange but delightful blog, greydogtales.

Last day for the giveaway!

The October Frights Giveaway

And for more of this last day of the October Frights Blog Hop

#OctoberFrights Day Five: Dark Poetry Corner

And now dear readers, we come to the day of poetic reckoning, the day when the raven flies on dark wings and brings verse most disturbing and wicked...

Welcome to my Dark Poetry Corner

The Red Queens

Rivers flow in crimson streams

with blood a thousand-fold

and tears of the blackened damned

Seared demon mists

roil from the wormy earth

blown on brimstone winds

Can you hear them call?

Can you hear them laugh?

The Red Queens walk tonight

Spirits claw from beneath their graves,

born again with baneful verve

from cracking bones and rancid flesh

And while they howl their spite

toward this forlorn night,

they scurry to heed the summons

Can you hear them call?

Can you hear them shriek?

The Red Queens walk tonight

The Red Queens stalk the night

~*~

Fifty Fathoms Deep

Stygian squelch and salty brine

where the carrion fall to slumber

Inky black and a wet drowned hell

with the monsters coloured umber

It’s where I live

Fifty fathoms deep

The raven grave and eternal abyss

for ships that sunk from battle

flesh picked clean and washed away

Nothing left but a dead bone rattle

It’s where I live

Fifty fathoms deep

It’s submerged tears of last regrets

in the face of your abandoned faith

Whispers and screams come empty

in the home of the devil’s wraith

It’s where I died,

and rose again

Fifty fathoms deep

~*~

Shadow’s Breath

One breath

quantum shadow of your life

One breath

held shallow inside the night

One breath

clutching back your last scream

One breath

scratching against your neck

One breath is all you have left

~*~

Hellfire Moon

Upon the dead man’s hour

cradled by the graveyard wind,

sulphurous and dank,

the Hellfire Moon unfurls

Crimson glare, cast down

over shrivelled trees

dripping charcoal ichor,

as blasphemous tongues

spew virgin blood and lies

Along the shadow’s path

creep the legged beasts

their barbs so sharp and ready

The Hellfire Moon commands

their minds, their thoughts

they will bring you to your doom

~*~

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The October Frights Giveaway

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