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- đ„ The Dominant One
- đ€ Break My Bones Rerelease Coming Soon
- đ Silent Patient Alex Michaelides
- đ„ Lunatic Asylum & Margaret
- đ Overtoun Bridge
- đ Monsters are real...
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SHADOWS ARE FALLING
BOOK 3
WINTER 2026
đ Shadows Are Falling
In the winter-bitten town of Fishbone, Montana, a young boyâs impossible death ignites a hunt for something neither human nor beast. Dr. Robert Qiuâbrilliant, burdened, and haunted by his own pastâarrives to unravel a mystery steeped in ice, blood, and restless spirits. As a malevolent force stirs beneath the townâs quiet surface, Robert must confront horrors both supernatural and personal before the shadows claim another victim. Some ghosts donât stay buried. Some monsters arenât bornâtheyâre awakened.
Chapter Snippet
Robert sat at the kitchen table in the suit he wore to Durkâs funeral. His leg throbbed.
He remembered walking into the church. After that, only fragments.
The service flickered in his mind like channels turning on an old television, his thoughts an antenna caught in a lightning storm. Voices echoed â the parishioners, the priest â but he couldnât repeat a single word that was said.
Faces drifted in and out of focus. None felt safe except the sheriffâs.
As he moved toward Stubbe, Shyla came at him from the side.
Her hand struck his cheek.
The crack split the air.
Deputy Calder pulled her away.
THE DOMINANT ONE BOOK 2
Audiobook Sample
đTHE DOMINANT ONE
Connolly struggles with whatâs right. Then, when heâs faced with pure evil, and realizes he has no choice, he tries to drown his soul-less friend in a river. But evil doesn't die.
And thatâs just the start of Gabriel's new nightmare. You canât cheat death, thatâs the catch. Even worse, Gabriel realizes he may have passed on supernatural gifts to a heartless killer.
As fiendish plans and unspeakable atrocities are set in motion, Gabriel learns that he alone may hold the key to a series of terrifying events: a secret cabin in the woods, a hidden tomb housing a trail of dismembered corpses, the young killer who lingers in a coma intent on cheating death. And at last, a depraved madman hellbent on saving his only sonâs life. Can Gabriel be take back the gifts given and triumph over the wicked? And most importantly, will death lay claim in the end?
âI never saw the point of mounting a trophy,â Raske said. âThe vital score is in the meat. Utilization. Consummation. That is the real prize in this circle of life.â
The boyâs fingers hovered over the lionâs mane.
âTaxidermy is an art,â Raske continued softly. âBut in the end, all weâre ever left with is the shell.â
He smiled.
The thrill was never in the display.
It was in the hunt.
BREAK MY BONES BOOK 1
đ BREAK MY BONES
Revenge is rarely spontaneous.
It waits.
In parked cars.
In rearview mirrors.
In the low hum of an engine you recognize from miles away.
In Break My Bones, Michael Kerrigan believes he has escaped his past. But the past does not disappear. It studies you. It prepares.
One line from the opening still lingers:
âNever get too close to a life where youâre not welcome.â
Some warnings are not metaphors.
Chapter Snippet
đ The Locked Door
Exclusive Excerpt- BREAK MY BONES
Time passed in a series of calculated but undeniable risks, each justified by a single objective: revenge.
Michael Kerrigan lived an unremarkable life. Off the grid. Off the dead. Solitary. Withdrawn. A lone wolf.
Standing at Michaelâs front door â not as a ghost, but as consequence â brought a wave of heat that made his stomach twist. He licked his lips, savoring the anticipation. Better yet â a penance.
Tracking him was effortless. Like counting down highway exits.
A month ago, heâd pulled onto this very street and parked in the same spot. Passive. Inconspicuous. Though his blood surged. The ache still stung like betrayal. It settled in deep, patient as rot.
The growl of an approaching engine set his teeth on edge. Rage overtook curiosity. He slid lower in his seat, eyes locked on the mirror.
Michael and the Cobra drove past.
His stomach turned.
That car wasnât his.
Heâd stolen it from a friend long dead.
The Silent Patient
đ Whatâs Haunting Me This Month
The Silent Patient â Alex Michaelides
Thereâs something far more disturbing than silence.
Itâs obsession.
Not romantic.
Not tender.
But diabolical and pathological.
The Silent Patient thrives on manipulation â red herrings carefully placed like bait, misdirection woven into every therapy session, every memory, every pause. The narrative lures you into certainty, then quietly dismantles it.
What makes it effective isnât just the twist.
Itâs betrayal.
The slow realization that the person seeking answers may be the most unreliable presence in the room.
Sometimes obsession looks clinical. Controlled. Intellectual.
And that may be far more dangerous.
Athens Lunatic Asylum & Margaret
In December 1978, Margaret Schilling disappeared inside the Athens Lunatic Asylum in Ohio.
Forty-two days later, she was found in an abandoned tuberculosis ward. Her body had decomposed in a way that left behind a waxy silhouette on the concrete floor â a substance called adipocere preserving her final position.
Decades of scrubbing failed to remove it.
Some say itâs chemistry.
Others say the building refused to let her go.
The floor still remembers.
OVERTOUN BRIDGE
đ Urban Legend
Overtoun Bridge
In Scotland, Overtoun Bridge has earned a grim nickname.
Over the years, dozens of dogs have leapt from the same side of the bridge.
In 1994, a man threw his infant son from it, believing him possessed. He then attempted to jump himself.
Scientists suggest scent trails from mink below may trigger the animals.
But witnesses describe something else.
Dogs staring.
Fixating.
Then jumping.
Not random.
Intentional.
Some places donât push.
They pull.
đ A Quote That Lingers
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
-Stephen King
Sometimes horror isnât about what waits in the dark.
Itâs about what waits in memory.
In inheritance.
In the quiet parts of ourselves.
Until next month â
Stay close to the light.
But not too close.
Hope you all have enjoyed my newsletter.
Until next time...