Dark Duets: All-New Tales of Horror and Dark Fantasy

By Christopher Golden

Dark Duets is a ceremonial dinner of eerie and enthralling horror, mystery, and darkish myth tales—an bold and distinctive anthology that includes biting and atmospheric unique tales from seventeen pairs of acclaimed writers, all participating jointly for the 1st time, together with New York Times bestselling authors Charlaine Harris, Rachel Caine, Holly Black, Cassandra Clare, Stuart MacBride, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Jonathan Maberry and David Liss.

Penned through authors—and in a single case, a trio—who have by no means labored jointly ahead of, the tales during this enchanting literary chemistry mixture assorted parts and wealthy issues into captivating and hugely flamable stories that delve deep into the shadowy, unexplored geographical regions of the imagination.

On the evening sooner than Halloween, an unwitting younger lady falls lower than the spell of a deadly man—and right into a terrifying multiverse—in "T Rhymer" through Gregory Frost and Jonathan Maberry. Sarah MacLean and Carrie Ryan discover the beautiful anguish of everlasting love in "She, Doomed Girl." "Welded" via Tom Piccirilli and T. M. Wright deals an unsettling imaginative and prescient of evil that infects and destroys lives.

Mixing the standard with the intense, those daring and bright tales supply a compelling survey of the supernatural global that's absolute to frighten and enchant.

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I did check with your mother. yet she instructed me she didn’t wish me to join your lives. Then she moved away and altered her identify. It took me many years to trace you men down back, and as soon as I did, I wasn’t convinced I should touch you. It was once Tyler who made that call. correct, son? ” Tyler, leaning opposed to the wall, nodded. may well he fairly have grown up during this condominium, with this . . . factor? He was once staring down at his ft, having a look distant and nearly disinterested . . . yet that used to be a masks, Emma proposal. He used to be scared.

I don’t know the way I’m speculated to show that, or maybe what you suggest through it. What do you suggest, ‘break free’? How do I remodel myself? ” He permits himself a grin, displaying me the space among his tooth. “See? Isn’t this greater, Louise? provide and take. We determine who your personality is, what makes her tick, after which you inhabit her. As to your transformation . . . ” His pocket strikes, simply the slightest bit, and once more I’m spasming, this time lurching from the chair onto the ground. whilst it passes I climb again up, and that i recognize I’m giving him What the Fuck eyes yet I can’t aid myself.

They have been clothes the ladies on the eye-gazing get together have been wearing—okay, I’m shallow, I consider these things—and a type of clothes belonged to Erin. there has been anything abnormal concerning the outfits. They have been all pinned there through old clothespins, yet drooping within them have been what at the start gave the look of deflated intercourse dolls (I’ve obvious them in photos), yet have been in reality the skins of humans. a type of skins belonged to Erin. I couldn’t keep watch over myself. I reached out and touched it, yet . . . it was once now not what I first notion.

It was once a frantic idea, a child’s determined plea for mercy. probably he’s in contrast to his father. yet he was once. She knew he was once. simply because if he wasn’t . . . what did that make her? What lousy, negative monster did that make her? tomorrow handed in a nightmarish fugue. She didn’t understand how to discover the boy, the right way to touch him; she couldn’t ask Laurel. Her daughter could understand anything was once unsuitable. but if Laurel used to be overdue coming domestic, she couldn’t stand to attend any more. She began to name, yet no, her voice may betray her.

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