The Neverglades Volume Two

Mark Hannigan is a homicide detective in the isolated town of Pacific Glade, located in the dense forest regions of Washington. The town is so shut off from the rest of the world that it has earned the nickname “Neverglades” from its longtime residents. The Neverglades are no stranger to bizarre and inexplicable events, and Hannigan has seen plenty of things on the police force that seem to defy earthly explanation. Enter the Inspector. A mysterious figure always seen with a cigar and fedora, this otherworldly detective knows more about the workings of the Neverglades than any human being rightly should. There’s a rip in reality around Pacific Glade, he says, making it a breeding ground for the strange and supernatural, and the Inspector is just one of many entities who have managed to slip through. In these nine interwoven stories, Hannigan and the Inspector traverse the haunted grounds of the Neverglades, where it's going to take everything they've got to make it out alive. Time paradoxes, pocket universes, giant dream-weaving crabs and star-snuffing leviathans - it's a lot for one measly little human to handle. But with an eldritch abomination by his side, Hannigan just might stand a chance.

The Neverglades have seen their fair share of supernatural phenomena over the years, but a new threat has arisen in town: the Semblance, a shapeshifting entity with a centuries-old grudge against the Inspector. Plagued by walking nightmares and unable to trust even their own neighbors, the people of Pacific Glade have never faced a more insidious foe. Thankfully the Inspector and Sheriff Olivia Marconi are on the case. But the Semblance knows how to hit the Inspector where it hurts, and their battle puts more than their own lives in jeopardy. Specters of the dead, prehistoric time travel, haunted hotels, mysterious otherworldly dimensions - this could be the duo's deadliest adventure yet. It's going to take everything in Marconi's power to protect the people she loves. But it's a dangerous multiverse out there, and the Inspector may not always be there to bail her out...

It's been one year since the Inspector and Sheriff Marconi disappeared into the netherwastes. One year of relative peace and quiet for the people of Pacific Glade. The monsters are gone, crime is down, and things are starting to look... well, normal. But normal can't last forever. Everything changes when the unconscious bodies of Marconi and the Inspector are discovered in the forest. Nothing will wake them up, but that's not the only problem - their return trip has torn open the walls between dimensions, and reality is slowly coming undone. The only way to save the duo (and existence as we know it) is to find the pieces they left behind in their journey across the multiverse. But traversing dimensions comes with its own set of dangers, and not everyone may come back unscathed... or come back at all. In this third and final collection, battles are fought, familiar faces return, and the story of the Neverglades comes to its epic and emotional conclusion.

Welcome to the fractured future, at the dusk of the twenty-first century. Earth has a population of roughly a billion hominids. For the most part, they are happy with their lot, living in a preserve at the bottom of a gravity well. Those who are unhappy have emigrated, joining one or another of the swarming densethinker clades that fog the inner solar system with a dust of molecular machinery so thick that it obscures the sun. The splintery metaconsciousness of the solar-system has largely sworn off its pre-post-human cousins dirtside, but its minds sometimes wander...and when that happens, it casually spams Earth's networks with plans for cataclysmically disruptive technologies that emulsify whole industries, cultures, and spiritual systems. A sane species would ignore these get-evolved-quick schemes, but there's always someone who'll take a bite from the forbidden apple. So until the overminds bore of stirring Earth's anthill, there's Tech Jury Service: random humans, selected arbitrarily, charged with assessing dozens of new inventions and ruling on whether to let them loose. Young Huw, a technophobic, misanthropic Welshman, has been selected for the latest jury, a task he does his best to perform despite an itchy technovirus, the apathy of the proletariat, and a couple of truly awful moments on bathroom floors. At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.

Nightshift clerk and high-functioning insomniac Jack is back to work, trying his best to keep out of trouble. But when his chain-smoking coworker discovers a mysterious radio signal revealing the guarded secrets of their town, Jack will learn that an annoying new dayshift manager is far from the worst of his problems. In this second installment of the Gas Station saga, Jack finds himself entangled in his most harrowing adventure yet. With the newest crew of coworkers along for the ride and the resident psychopath out for his blood, our hero(?) must navigate the drama of small-town murder conspiracies, vigilante justice, and demonic summoning rituals...whether he wants to or not.

Most of us watch with mild concern the fast disappearing wild spaces or the recurrence of pollution - related crises such as oil spills, toxic blooms in fertilizer-enriched rivers, and the increasing violence in our own country. Joy Williams does much more than watch. With guts and passion, she sounds the alarm over the general disconnection from the natural world that our consumer culture has created. The culling of elephants, electron-probed chimpanzees, and the vanishing wetlands are just some of her subjects. Razor-sharp, controversial, scathingly opinionated, and refreshingly unafraid of conflict, Williams refuses to compromise as she lashes out at the greed of Americans and decries our own turpitude. It is not enough to mourn the passing of the natural world, Ill Nature shouts. Get out of our homes and our cars and our cubicles and do something...now.

A short story based on creepypasta Jeff the killer, a terrible serial killer who comes into your room in the middle of the night and watches you sleep - and then kills you mercilessly.