“Wings of the Seraph” By Jeffrey LeBlanc
We have expanded distribution for and placed “Wings of the Seraph” into paperback and e-book now. You can order on Kindle, Amazon, and soon Kindle Audible!
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“The Haunter of the Dark” By H.P. Lovecraft (Narrated by Jeffrey LeBlanc)
. He saw towers and walls in nighted depths under the sea, and vortices of space where wisps of black mist floated before thin shimmerings of cold purple haze. And beyond all else he glimpsed an infinite gulf of darkness, where solid and semi-solid forms were known only by their windy stirrings, and cloudy patterns of force seemed to superimpose order on chaos and hold forth a key to all the paradoxes and arcana of the worlds we know.
“Wolves, Wings, & Other Things” By Jeffrey LeBlanc
The terrifying, the strange, and the deadly all come out to play in “Wolves, Wings, & Other Things” a collection of horror, science fiction, and fantasy tales set throughout Louisiana.
Now, in honor of recent HWA verification and Dark Regions Honorable Mentions x 3, we are offering for a short time the collection at a special prices for fans.
Check us out on Kindle, YouTube, and soon Patreon and beyond!
“The Ash Tree” By M.R. James (Narrated by Jeffrey LeBlanc)
However, all that she is reported to have said were the seemingly meaningless words: ‘There will be guests at the Hall.’ Which she repeated more than once in an undertone.
“Berenice” By Edgar Allan Poe (Narrated by Jeffrey LeBlanc)
MISERY is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that arch, –as distinct too, yet as intimately blended. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow! How is it that from beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness? –from the covenant of peace a simile of sorrow? But as, in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so, in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day, or the agonies which are have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been.
“The Temple” By H.P. Lovecraft (Narrated by Jeffrey LeBlanc)
I cannot reckon the number of hours I spent in gazing at the sunken city with its buildings, arches, statues, and bridges, and the colossal temple with its beauty and mystery. Though I knew that death was near, my curiosity was consuming; and I threw the searchlight’s beam about in eager quest.
“Polaris” By H.P.Lovecraft (Narrated by Jeffrey LeBlanc)
“Slumber, watcher, till the spheres
Six and twenty thousand years
Have revolv’d, and I return
To the spot where now I burn.
Other stars anon shall rise
To the axis of the skies;
Stars that soothe and stars that bless
With a sweet forgetfulness:
Only when my round is o’er
Shall the past disturb thy door.”
“Nemesis” By H. P. Lovecraft (Narrated by Jeffrey LeBlanc
Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
“The Dance of Death” By Algernon Blackwood (Narrated by Jeffrey LeBlanc)
It snatched beyond his reach at one fell swoop all that he most loved and enjoyed, destroying a thousand dreams, and painting the future a dull drab colour without hope. He was an idealist at heart, hating the sordid routine of the life he led as a business underling. His dreams were of the open air, of mountains, forests, and great plains, of the sea, and of the lonely
places of the world.
“The Ghost Ship” By Thomas Moore
Yon shadowy bark hath been to that wreck,
And the dim blue fire that lights her deck
Doth play on as pale and livid a crew
As ever yet drank the churchyard dew!
“A Dream Within A Dream” By Edgar Allan Poe (Narrated by Jeffrey LeBlanc)
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
“The Transformation” By Mary Shelley
I have heard it said, that, when any strange, supernatural, and necromantic adventure has occurred to a human being, that being, however desirous he may be to conceal the same, feels at certain periods torn up as it were by an intellectual earthquake, and is forced to bare the inner depths of his spirit to another.
“The Mortal Immortal” By Mary Shelley
A sailor without rudder or compass, tossed on a stormy sea–a traveller lost on a wide-spread heath, without landmark or star to him–such have I been: more lost, more hopeless than either. A nearing ship, a gleam from some far cot, may save them; but I have no beacon except the hope of death.
“The Shambler from the Stars” By Robert Bloch (Narrated by Jeffrey LeBlanc)
In literature I have walked the midnight paths with Poe or crept amidst the shadows with
Machen; combed the realms of horrific stars with Baudelaire, or steeped myself with earth’s inner madness amidst the tales of ancient lore.
“Cricket Song” by Jeffrey LeBlanc
In that same silver paradise of shimmering night, as an alligator bellowed, mosquitos hummed, and green tree frogs chirped….a million crickets rubbed their wings together and sang.
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