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The Deep Hours of the Night Jonathan Schlosser

The Deep Hours of the Night

Jonathan Schlosser

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The dark worlds that lie just beyond ours, almost on the other side of the air, often crawl through tears in the fabric and invade what we think of as our lives.In this collection of twelve horror and fantasy stories from author Jonathan Schlosser,MoreThe dark worlds that lie just beyond ours, almost on the other side of the air, often crawl through tears in the fabric and invade what we think of as our lives.In this collection of twelve horror and fantasy stories from author Jonathan Schlosser, youll see just what happens when those two worlds come together, when things shift and change and everything is forever altered.With stories of magic and murder, of terrors that lie in wait in the shadows and lives that are unable to end, this collection is sure to keep you riveted from the very first page.Just make sure that you read it with the lights on.Excerpt:I can’t sleep. I haven’t been able to sleep in the last fifty-six hours, and I don’t see that changing any time soon. Not as long as Scott is around. Scott and his lies and his talk of faces, faces of people who weren’t dead three days ago, but who are now.I walk across the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water. The faucet sputters at first, then catches, like a lawn mower with dirty spark plugs. I wonder how a faucet can do that, but decide I don’t care and walk back to the window. The street outside is dark save for the moonlight, as it has been for every one of my fifty-six hours of wakefulness, and there are no cars going by. Not now that Scott has had his fun.“Do you like it, David?” He’s at my elbow, just like that, with no warning.This time I don’t even jump. I take a sip of the water, which tastes like rust. “Love it like I loved my own mother, Scott. You know that.”Scott chuckles, and then he’s at my other elbow. “Don’t be sarcastic with me or I’ll tear out your throat.”I raise an eyebrow. “That so?”“You know it, Buckaroo.”He calls me that when he thinks he’s being friendly. I don’t have the slightest clue why, nor do I want to. “Wouldn’t matter if you did, Scott, so just forget it. The only reason you’re even here is because you can’t kill me, and you don’t know why. So drop the act.”