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There was no sound and at first I could see nothing but nitre-encrusted walls and wet stone floor. Presently, however, in a far corner, just beyond the flickering halo of the faggot torch, I saw two tiny, fiery spots of red. I tried to convince myself that they were two red jewels, two rubies, shining in the torchlight.

But I knew at once – I felt at once – what they were. They were two red eyes and they were watching us with a fierce, unwavering stare.–Joseph Payne Brennan

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“Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom”—H.P. Lovecraft

Follow me children of horror as we cross the ghoul guarded gateways, the labyrinth of the lost, ancient cyclopean stairs of moss, and the decrepit crypt into that cherished abyss that is moonlight, swamp, and darkest night. Journey with us through midnight worlds with no torch, no candle, and no flashlight with just the occasional arc of lightning.

Forever are we outsiders to their world and the coil that is man. And, for that, relish in the strange, the grotesque, and the un-nerving tales of their tragic encounters with supernatural terror.-JL

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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!

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A monstrous child pleads for his parents not to beat and leave him in the cellar anymore. Hellish houses break your soul before you pray for death. A mad truck driver brings more than road rage to a duel for the road. A looming disease turns humanity into the undead. And a man shrinks from […]

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Tonight we present a Christmas poem in the tradition of M.R. James and inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”. This one is dedicated to the love of my life, my wife Katina. The Owl By Jeffrey LeBlanc Once, long ago as midnight was creeping, I contemplating, powerless half sleeping,    Falling upon ominous trail […]