Bøker av Carson Winter

SPLIT SCREAM has a new home at Tenebrous Press! Editor Alex Ebenstein brings his acclaimed split-novelette series back, featuring:"The Guts of Myth" - Carson WinterIt's 1973. British-American thug Byron is tasked with finding the occultist Allosaurus D'Ambrosere, given only handwritten instructions and two hateful associates. Where they're going, they'll find blood red skies, obsidian towers, and a deep thirst for violence. But will they find the man who calls himself the Golden King? "The Guts of Myth" is Weird horror that snaps like hardboiled noir with vistas lifted straight from Beksinski."The Mourner Across the Flames" - Scott J. MosesThe world is a salt-ridden dystopia. Bharath, an exile given to hallucinations, is ordered to escort an emaciated mourner across the barren flats. The journey reveals the existence of a monster, evolved to live in the After among the remaining humans. But which is worse-the monster new to Bharath, or the humans who robbed him of his love? "The Mourner Across the Flames" is a grief-stricken tale of spiraling delusion held afloat by enduring love.

The Hoyers are an American family. Two parents, two kids, a house they can't afford, and a deep desire for more. When the black-clad, seemingly omniscient Mr. Cormorant comes to town, it seems that they might finally be able to cash in on their American Dream. You see, Mr. Cormorant is a psychographist-an expert in consumer personas. And Mr. Cormorant is testing a Product. And Mr. Cormorant has selected the Hoyers for a simple task-test the Product. Live with it. Breathe it in. Abide by its demands. In return? Riches. The cost?Immeasurable.The Psychographist is a disturbing novel of consumption, advertising, focus groups, and the decisions that define us.

You know that office bromance: two of a kind, always taking their lunch together, always wearing the same sly grin. Only ever a hair away from a cold joke about how spreadsheets are a living hell; about taking a bullet if it means going home early on Friday. Sometimes in these fantasies, they're heroes being hauled out on a stretcher. Sometimes they're the ones pulling the trigger. Now, say these guys discover a loophole that makes some days less real than others-less permanent-and start to act out their violent fantasies without fear of reprisal. Why shouldn't they? Tomorrow, everything will go back to normal, with no one the wiser but them. They'll always remember what it felt like to act on their basest impulses. They'll know how it could feel to do it again. Maybe you don't know these guys. Maybe you don't want to. Soft Targets is a reality-bending novella about malignant malaise; the surrender to violence; and the addictive appeal of tragedy as entertainment.