Showing posts with label novel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label novel. Show all posts

Thursday, July 2, 2026

Todd Keisling's THE SUNDOWNER'S DANCE


Todd Keisling's
The Sundowner's Dance is one of the best audiobooks I've listened to in ages. It's nice to have "mature" characters as the key players, and the characterizations feel spot-on. Malcolm Hillgartner's narration is also perfect — his voice captures each character believably and consistently, without ridiculous affectations that can ruin an otherwise good storyline. The plot unfolds slowly but with increasing tension, so it never feels bogged down — and the creep factor moves gradually from subtle to off the charts. A wonderful example of character-driven cosmic horror, and highly recommended.

Saturday, June 27, 2026

Happy 60th Birthday to DARK SHADOWS!


On June 27, 1966, I was at my grandparents' house in Gainesville, Georgia, and I saw a commercial for an upcoming TV show called Dark Shadows. The advert made it look kind of creepy. Seven-year-old me was already into all kinds of creepy, so this new soap seemed just the ticket. I recall watching that first episode and a few more while we were in Gainesville. Then, when we came back here to Martinsville, Virginia, much to my horror, our nearest ABC affiliate (WGHP-8 out of High Point, NC) wasn't running Dark Shadows. Well, as you might imagine, I was heartbroken. After a while, I learned that some of my friends were able to watch the show because they already had cable TV and could pick it up on WLVA-13 out of Lynchburg, Virginia.

Sadly, we didn't get cable at our house until three years later. So, young Mark frequently invited himself over to cable-equipped friends' places to watch the show. My viewings were too sporadic to keep up with the storyline, but I didn't care. Dark Shadows was Dark Shadows, and that was all that mattered.
 
Somewhere in those episodes, I discovered Barnabas Collins, vampire, and however smitten I might have been with the show... well, now it was mad, feverish love. Then a werewolf. Trips into the past. This was pure magic, and I couldn't get enough of it. Yes, I begged and pleaded with my dad day and night to get cable TV, but he kept holding out... until one incredible day in 1969.
 
Now, I could watch Dark Shadows every single day. And I did. I didn't go outside to play or roam the neighborhood or torment my friends with my existence until the day's episode was over. Then came House of Dark Shadows, which I saw at the drive-in theater, thanks to my folks being sporting enough to take me. This just made the love affair more poignant.
 
And so it went until that catastrophic Friday in April 1971, when the show went off the air. I couldn't believe it. I'm pretty sure I cried my eyes out. On the following Monday, I tuned in at 4:00 p.m. as usual, just to make sure this wasn't all some cruel, belated April Fools joke.
 
Nope. The fuckers were showing Password. Mind you, I'd always liked Password until it occupied the Dark Shadows time slot, so from that moment, that show was dead to me.
 
During my school years, I wrote little Dark Shadows pastiches, especially for creative writing assignments. Later, portions of the show came back in syndication, so I glued myself to the screen again. This was very satisfying because it allowed me to see some of the storylines I'd missed in those very early years. For decades, to me — and vast numbers of fans — Dark Shadows never lost its allure.
 
Then, after I'd been writing professionally for just over a decade came the opportunity I'd been dreaming about since I'd written my first word of fan fiction: a genuine, official Dark Shadows novel, which I co-wrote with friend and fellow writer, Elizabeth Massie. HarperCollins released Dark Shadows: Dreams of the Dark in October 1999, following series star Lara Parker's first novel in the franchise, Angelique's Descent. At this point, it looked as though there would be more novel opportunities ahead, but much to my chagrin, HarperCollins shuttered their media tie-in division, and other than Lara's subsequent novels, there would be no more by other authors (S.E. Hinton had written one for the series and ended up excising the DS-specific elements and releasing it under the title Hawke's Harbor).

However, Big Finish, an audio production company in the UK, soon created a line of Dark Shadows audio dramas featuring the talents of many of the show's stars. I was fortunate enough to write the scripts to three of them: Path of FateCurse of the Pharaoh, and Blood Dance. These featured series stars Lara Parker, David Selby, Nancy Barrett, Marie Wallace, and Lisa Richards. All of these were beautifully performed and produced, and I love the fact that the Big Finish products are considered part of the show's canon. For me, these represent a true highlight of my love affair with Dark Shadows
In recent years, Dark Shadows fan and event organizer, Bob Issel, whom I'd met at the 1999 Dark Shadows Festival in New York City and have remained good friends with ever since, produced a trio of volumes titled Our Shadowed Past, featuring essays, interviews, and photos by both the fans and the stars/crew of the franchise. I contributed essays to all of them as well as created the layouts and graphics for the first and third of the books. And a few years back, author Jim Beard produced a lovely volume of essays to which I contributed titled Running Home to Shadows.

Yes, it is safe to say that Dark Shadows has been a pivotal, inspiring force in my life, going back almost as far as I can remember, both personally and professionally. Who knows whether I'll have more opportunities to contribute to Dark Shadows lore in my remaining years, but if so, I'll probably jump on them. And if not, I feel I can be pretty damned proud of the work I've done for the franchise. In my book, that makes me luckier than freaking lucky.

Tuesday, June 2, 2026

BALAK (Revised Edition) Now Available


The new, revised edition of Balak is now available from Crossroad Press/Macabre Ink in ebook and paperback. (The audiobook is the original version.)

"This revised edition of Stephen Mark Rainey’s first novel, Balak (originally written in 1992), offers a cleaner version of the text and includes some alterations to unify it with numerous other works that define the author’s unique, four-decade-old mythos."

About Balak...
Two years ago, Claire Challis’s four-year-old son disappeared without a trace. Now, on a cold winter morning, a neighbor’s child vanishes outside her apartment. The subsequent police investigation turns up no clues.

Claire encounters a strange priest. An ancient church that seems to be the site of unspeakable rituals. A shadowy figure that seems to appear and disappear at will. And now, Claire finds herself at the center of a web of intrigue—and in fear for her life. Still, she is determined to learn the truth behind the abductions and learn once and for all the fate of her missing son.

As she delves deeper and deeper into the mystery, Claire realizes that her quest may lead her not to the truth she seeks, but to a place of madness, horror, and agony beyond her wildest imaginings.

Cover art by M. Wayne Miller.

Saturday, May 30, 2026

Coming Soon: The New, Revised Edition of BALAK

The production work on the new, revised edition of my first novel, Balak, has been completed, so I'm anticipating the book release in the very near future. This will be an ebook and paperback release; the audiobook is available from Crossroad Press, though it's the original version. The legendary M. Wayne Miller has provided the artwork, and I'm thrilled with it.
 
I had posted a few details about this release in my May 16 blog entry, "New, Revised Edition of Balak in the Pipe," and as soon as I have any ordering information, I will of course share it here, there, and everywhere.
 
Also, it's kinda nice when I see this sort of thing on social media. One of Ms. B.'s friends found The House at Black Tooth Pond at her local library and was kind enough to shared it online. Huzzah!

Saturday, May 16, 2026

New, Revised Edition of BALAK in the Pipe


Back in 1992, after having spent several years writing exclusively short fiction, I buckled down and wrote my first novel, Balak. My agent at the time very quickly found a mass-market publisher who was interested in the book, and for a while, it looked like its publication was in the bag. Unfortunately, before I even signed the contract — as so frequently happens in the publishing business — the imprint that would have launched Balak went the ways of the wind, leaving the novel without a home. Sometime afterward, though, Wildside Press, a much smaller but prolific and respected publishing house, picked up the novel, and released it in 2000 (for reasons unknown, Amazon.com shows Balak's publication date as 2003, but that is incorrect), along with my short fiction collection, The Last Trumpet.
 
Recently, I've had a mind to do something more with the book because the character, Balak (whom I appropriated from the Bible), has played a significant role in a number of my works of fiction — including a very new one. Since Wildside Press has had the rights to the book for... OMG, twenty-six years (and has done very well with it, I'm pleased to say)... I decided to reclaim the paperback and ebook rights (Crossroad Press has the audiobook rights, and it is currently available), revise it so that it reads less like the inaugural outing of a very green novelist, and repackage it. The first step is complete, and I have also secured the rights an apt piece of art by the incomparable M. Wayne Miller, whose work adorns several of my book covers as well as numerous stories I published in Deathrealm magazine back in the day. Note that the cover image above is a dummy I created with Wayne's art; it is subject to change.
 
The long and short of it is that I am currently in the revision process, and once it's all done, Crossroad Press will release the new paperback and ebook editions (the audiobook will remain the original). I anticipate having this all in the bag in the next couple of months, so it will hopefully to precede the release of Broken Barriers, which is also in the pipe.

So, I hope this will be cause for celebration and that you unfortunate souls who were exposed to the original product will avail yourself of the new edition rather than go the rest of your lives wondering what the hell was wrong with that peculiar young writer.*
 
*Now, you may rightly wonder what the hell is wrong with that peculiar old writer.

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

BROKEN BARRIERS Completed!

I just slapped "THE END" on my 15th novel, Broken Barriers, to be released a bit later this year. This is the sequel to The House at Black Tooth Pond, which came out in 2025. I'll have the proofing, editing, and all that stuff to do, but the bulk of the book is finished. Might need a celebratory martini this evening!

Here's the teeny-tiniest of excerpts... 

Doctor Melissa “Mel” Crawford's deep green eyes lingered on Parrott’s for a few seconds. They sat across from each other at a small table by the front window of Willy’s Downtown Tavern, which offered a lovely view of the sprawling, two-century-old First United Methodist Church building across Main Street (the congregation of which had disapproved of the tavern’s proximity for a full half as many years). Doc Crawford had always looked far younger than her age, which he put at around forty…or maybe thirty…or maybe fifty…who knew? But since last month, several new lines and creases had formed at the corners of her eyes, and a few gray streaks ran through her short, wiry brown hair, so that she resembled a sagacious pixie. As the county medical examiner, she had borne more than her share of the FBI’s condemnation during its investigation of Aiken Mill’s missing six.

“When was the last time I trusted anyone?” Parrott asked.

“Well, you trusted me when I told you we were dealing with something wholly unexplainable at Black Tooth Pond. And when I advised you to call the FBI, you up and did it, against your better judgment. And when I said, ‘Let’s go out to dinner because you need cheering up,’ you accepted. At this point, I would have to call you exceedingly gullible—the fact that we were dealing with something wholly unexplainable notwithstanding.”

“Point taken, but our admittedly nasty intercourse with the FBI was inevitable. We were in over our heads.”

Doc Crawford snickered and raised her nearly full glass of Chardonnay. “To intercourse and being in over our heads.”

Parrott lifted his half-empty, no-longer-chilled mug of Thunder Knob IPA to touch her glass. He struck it a little harder than he intended and sloshed a smidgen of her pale gold-tinted wine onto the table. They both ignored it. A couple of seconds later, the last of his beer had vanished.

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Thursday, April 23, 2026

I Wonder What That Is...

Well, it sure looks like something is out there at Black Tooth Pond.

My work on the sequel to The House at Black Tooth Pond is coming closer and closer to its end. Only a couple of chapters more, I believe, before I can slap "The End" on it. And then we shall see...

Sunday, April 19, 2026

The Devil Flies in Strix


For reasons I really can't detail here, I'm just going to say that this has been one of the worst weeks of my life, and I'm feeling a little broken. The only reason I'm mentioning this here is because there's a certain catharsis in putting it out there. I'm sure that, given time, I'll be all right, although, in its way, this is a life-changing situation. Physically, I'm completely fine, though for right now, I will not deny that I'm feeling a bit of a wreck.

That said, this week I received a most-welcome acceptance from KJK Publishing for my story, "The Devil Flies in Strix," to appear in their upcoming Cryptids anthology later this year. It'll be my second cryptid-themed story to see publication this year; the first — also a "devil" story — titled "The Devil of Transylvania County," appeared in the recent Myths Reborn anthology from October Nights Press. KJK Publishing previously published my story, "Magic Eye," in their Horror Collection: Crystal Edition, in February 2025.

And in other decent news, I'm getting to the last leg of my sequel to The House at Black Tooth Pond, which I'm pretty sure will be titled Broken Barriers. The cover art has been acquired from artist J. Edward Neill, whose art also appeared on the cover of The House at Black Tooth Pond and Deathrealm: Spirits.

And speaking of spirits, hopefully, next entry, mine will be better.

Monday, March 9, 2026

Erica, a Novel Completion, THE HOUSE AT BLACK TOOTH POND Reviews, and More

Erica Wetzel Fields and the Old Dude at AuthorCon. I look happy. I blame Erica.
At AuthorCon last week, I was over the moon to see book collector Erica Wetzel-Fields making her rounds, as she is the consummate AuthorCon fixture. I think Erica has done more to support all of us authors than anyone I've ever known. At each con, you'll see her rolling her large cart full of books from aisle to aisle, conversing and taking photos with the writers, and generally elevating people's moods somewhere through the ceiling. Here is a shout out and a big "thank-you" to her.
 
This past weekend, I finished a collaborative novel that's been in the works for many moons, so I had a celebratory martini, as is my tradition. Actually, I might have had two. There will be plenty more news on this once it becomes appropriate to discuss the details.
 
Also this weekend, a couple of new, very flattering reviews of The House at Black Tooth Pond came out and made me smile.

From Stephen Provost:
"Stephen Mark Rainey has created an intricate world populated with relatable characters facing horror beyond comprehension. The author deftly juxtaposes the "ordinary" life of a fictional rural community against the existence of a surreal and terrifying "other" dimension, then explores the explosive consequences when the two intersect..." Read more: Stephen Provost reviews The House at Black Tooth Pond


"Stephen Mark Rainey writes literary horror like it's nonfiction... It's this realism that elevates Rainey's stories to a literary level... I see other reviews calling this Lovecraftian. I think we're past calling Mark Stephen Rainey's work "Lovecraftian". It's time to use the more applicable moniker: Raineyan, for Real Horror." Read more: Dark Entertainment Trends reviews The House at Black Tooth Pond

I've got a busy week of appointments and other necessary tasks, but my main focus is going to be making progress on the sequel to The House at Black Tooth Pond, tentatively titled Broken Barriers. I'm well over halfway done with it, but there's still a lot of work to do whipping this monster into shape.
 
Till next time... 

Monday, February 16, 2026

A DISTURBANCE OF SHADOWS: From Creepy to Creepier


Sidney Williams' newest novel, a fairly short one titled A Disturbance of Shadows, begins on an intriguing note: Bryn and Reyes, on a trip to investigate a ghostly legend for their paranormal podcast, end up with their vehicle disabled, are found by a man who appears genuinely helpful, and are led to Lovegrove Farm, where help appears imminent. However, the house itself has a haunted history, which involves Aleister Crowley, so they turn their efforts from their original story to the house. As things begin to turn truly weird, it becomes clear they may have bitten off more than they can chew.

Sidney Williams has an engaging authorial voice, and I loved following the characters as they make their way down increasingly intriguing—and menacing—corridors. We have some quirky (and a few dangerous) characters, a smattering of genuine surprises, and a powerful climax. A Disturbance of Shadows is a solid, well-crafted story, and I quite enjoyed it. My only real caveat is that the text is typo-heavy, occasionally enough to distract me from the narrative. Cleaning those up would help the reading flow.

Thursday, February 5, 2026

Sylvan County's Voice of Love, Wisdom, and What All

Know what? I feel compelled to inflict this on you. When we were kids, my brother and I made tape recordings of a little fictitious radio station, WDUM, and on it, we did a show called "Mother Bell" which consisted primarily of prank phone calls. It occurred to me the other day that I should include Mother Bell as a podcast in the sequel to The House at Black Tooth Pond, tentatively titled Broken Barriers.. Prepare to be inflicted upon.

The Mother Bell Podcast
Sylvan County’s Voice of Wisdom, Love, and What All

Hello, children! This is Mother Bell, back with you on a chilly Sunday evening, hoping that come tomorrow, you survive your daring leap back into the workweek. I myself have had the loveliest weekend, and I trust you did too. My son, Scott, and his wife, Bethany, and my two grandchildren, Johnny and Mary Lynn, visited me yesterday, and I can’t tell you what it means to me that they give so freely of their time and energy in my old age. Without them, I could not get by. Oh no, I could not! And I know, many of my friends and neighbors are envious of this, and even some of you, too. But that’s okay. Y’all just envy away. Someday or another, everybody’s gonna get what’s coming to ’em.

Speaking of, whatever is coming, ain’t nobody knows, but I’m here to tell you things here in our town are spooky. It’s like, not so long ago, all these people from here vanished under 'mysterious circumstances.' So, what about our good ol’ sheriff, huh? Well, he and his people did their investigation stuff and such for a while, and then...they up and threw up their hands. Well, that’s what I heard. Then the FBI comes along, and they do their FBI stuff and such, and then they throw up their hands and go away.

I ask you, children, what is going on here?

Imma let you in on a secret. A lot of y’all know that I live up on Copper Peak, and in my lifetime, I have seen devils flying around up here. These are real, true devils, not just bad people who’ve never had the Lord in their hearts. I know, nowadays, we prefer to think that the devil is nothing more than the evil that human beings do, but I’m here to tell you, it’s not like that. These are the most frightening things you could ever imagine, and sometimes you can even smell ’em. Sometimes, that’s the only way to know they’re nearby.

And listen. They’re not just up on Copper Peak. Oh, no, they’re all around in this old, old part of the country, lurking and skulking in the dark shadows.

So, I’m telling you, children, keep the Lord in your hearts and be vigilant. Be careful of these devils. If you see them, they may well see you. And if they do, you’d better be wearing the Lord’s armor, else they may not pass you by. I keep my armor on day and night, and I surely do thank the Lord every day for His protection and His mercy.

We gonna talk more about this in a bit, but right now, I’m gonna put on one of my all-time favorite praiseful songs, “This Is the Day That the Lord Has Made,” sung by the incomparable Mr. Fillmore Skillman, for you to contemplate and enjoy. And while I’m gone, let it be known, like I always tell you: you won’t see me, but Imma see you, because I’m gonna be around, children. So, bye-bye for now, and I’ll be back in five.
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Friday, January 16, 2026

Broken Barriers

Ms. B. at the "real" Black Tooth Pond in 2010

A little excerpt from the sequel to The House at Black Tooth Pond (possibly titled Broken Barriers at this point)...

My God, she thought, aware of a vague but mounting apprehension, the people of this town had no concept of the horror that had taken root here, somewhere in its dim, distant past. After however many eons, this horror still prevailed, even if it lurked half-hidden in the darkest, most desolate corner of this county. Barely over a month ago, a malign, inhuman something had lashed out and erased from existence at least six individuals, leaving scarcely a trace of tangible evidence. Whether this inhuman something sprang from the same dark netherworld she had infiltrated twelve years earlier or an altogether different one, she had no idea. She didn’t really care to know.

However, preventing any further incursion by the something in question was her job.

Aiken Mill, Virginia. “The cold case capital of the world,” she’d heard this town called.

She slowed her jet-black Ford Expedition and parked it in a muddy circle at the end of the rutted dirt road she’d followed from the main highway. Beyond the windshield, a barrier of tall reeds impeded her view of the misty space beyond.

As she opened the door, a gust of icy air swirled inside and pummeled her face, so she grabbed her black knit stocking cap from the passenger seat, tugged it over her mop of dark brown hair until it covered her ears. Then she slid out and onto the uneven, half-frozen layer of mud. Yeah, it was cold out here, even colder than Alexandria when she’d left this morning. She paused for a moment and glanced around at the skeletal trees that towered around her. But there was no wind now. Not even a whisper of breeze.

Silent.

Damn near creepy.

She ambled toward a narrow gap in the barrier of reeds at the end of the earthen circle and peered into the space beyond.

There it was, glowering in the shadows beneath the skyscraping trees: the dark, glistening surface of Black Tooth Pond, named for the array of jagged, broken tree trunks that protruded from its far end. Around its banks, a thin layer of mist swirled and shimmered like a living, silken shroud. She saw no other movement, heard no sound except the gentlest of lapping of water at the nearest banks.

Still, she sensed an ethereal, dangerous atmosphere about this place, which raised her hackles anew.

And then…

A sharp, warbling trill, uncannily loud, pealed from somewhere in the distance.

A bird cry. The eerie, mournful voice of a whippoorwill.

Only it wasn’t a whippoorwill.

The cry had an unnerving, alien quality, for it was produced by some organ of sound that did not belong to any bird.

She listened for many long seconds, but the cry did not repeat. Whatever had made it was still out there, though. She could feel it: the uncomfortable certainty that some unknown, unstoppable—unearthly—predator was watching her.

After a couple of minutes, her anxiety diminished slightly, and she gazed again at the far end of the pond, studying the jagged, blackened tree trunks, the last remnants of some ancient forest fire.

She had seen countless photographs of this location and read the detailed reports filed by FBI Special Agent Tyler Kincaid, who had headed the Federal investigation of the previous month’s events in Aiken Mill. He had hoped to gather more intel about this place by placing a half-dozen trail cams at various points around the pond and in the woods. However, he had reported that, for reasons unknown, the batteries in those devices continually died within minutes, and none, during their short lifespans, had recorded anything unusual.

Two decades ago, Agent Kincaid had experienced a Close Encounter of the Fourth Kind—a physical interaction with something not of this Earth. It had changed both his life and his official job description. It was for this reason that he had been chosen to lead the FBI investigation of Aiken Mill’s missing six. What he found was a dire—and patently unbelievable—state of affairs.

Therefore, Kincaid’s superiors had turned the case over to Majestik.

And Majestik had dispatched Agent Celeste Muir to take up the torch.

"Black Tooth Pond" by Charles Hill

Wednesday, December 10, 2025

THE HOUSE AT BLACK TOOTH POND for Christmas?


As many of my readers already know, I'm currently working on the sequel to my novel, The House at Black Tooth Pond, which came out earlier this year. So, if you haven't already read the original novel, I think you really otter! It's a fun blend of folk and cosmic horror, available in ebook, paperback, and audiobook (narrated by the inimitable Joshua Saxon) from Crossroad Press.

Why not scare the pants off somebody you love (or loathe) for Christmas? It's what I'd do!
 
"Stephen Mark Rainey brings Lovecraftian horror to rural Virginia in this chilling tale...the grounded and believable characterization of his protagonists makes suspending disbelief easy. This is cosmic horror done right.”

Publishers Weekly
(starred review)


Monday, November 3, 2025

Hot Off the Crossroad Press—BLUE DEVIL ISLAND


Last week, Crossroad Press founder & CEO David Niall Wilson, audio book narrator Joshua Saxon, and I got together for a Zoom chat to talk about my novel, Blue Devil Island, as it was Joshua's first job with Crossroad, back in 2019. It was an enjoyable half-hour conversation, and is featured in this week's Hot Off the Crossroad Press newsletter. The video is live, so if you're feeling brave, you can watch it on YouTube here. Since then, Joshua has now narrated 76 audiobooks for Crossroad, and he is easily one of the most popular readers anywhere. Check out the conversation, and you'll see why. 

Thursday, June 12, 2025

Hellnotes Review of THE NIGHTMARE FRONTIER


"The pacing was flawless, the characters are a realistic cross-section of Appalachian townspeople, and the story kept me emotionally invested the entire way through. You may like, love, or hate the characters, but you will always have strong feelings regarding each of them. And that, my friends, is true brilliance."

It's always nice to see a complimentary review of one of my novels, and Carson Buckingham delivers one in Hellnotes to make me blush bigtime. Check it out... and check out The Nightmare Frontier, in ebook, audiobook, and now in paperback from Crossroad Press.

Wednesday, May 28, 2025

THE HOUSE AT BLACK TOOTH POND... More to Come?


"Stephen Mark Rainey brings Lovecraftian horror to rural Virginia in this chilling tale...
the grounded
and believable characterization of his protagonists makes suspending disbelief easy. This is cosmic horror done right!”


I've had far more than customary feedback from readers wondering whether I might consider writing a sequel to The House at Black Tooth Pond. Well...as a matter of fact, I've decided to more than consider it. I'm plotting it as we speak. I guess that's why I've been feeling creeped out for a few days because it's....well, creepy. Link to the book in the first comment. If you haven't checked it out, please do! Available as ebook, paperback, and audiobook.

Wednesday, May 7, 2025

Distant Early Warning: The Year of the Fugue Devil


If you know about the Fugue Devil, it knows about you. If you see the Fugue Devil, it will come for you.

My novelette, "The Fugue Devil," is the cornerstone story of my fiction collection Fugue Devil: Resurgence, published in 2022 by Black Raven Books. The novelette (and its sequel, "The Devil's Eye") are built on the premise that many decades ago, summoned by the power of music, the Fugue Devil—a dreadful, malevolent entity from another place—entered our world.

Every seventeen years, in Sylvan County, Virginia, on the Autumn Equinox, the Fugue Devil appears to satiate its hunger for unsuspecting souls. The events of the original tale occur in 1974, those in "The Devil's Eye" in 1991, and in various other of my works, there are suggestions that something terrible happened in the designated area in 2008. Well, guess what. It's 2025, so this is the year the Fugue Devil is set to appear again on the Autumn Equinox, which falls on September 22.

Fugue Devil: Resurgence features the two "Fugue Devil" novelettes, along with seventeen other stories, many of which are set in the same continuity. What a great year to visit (or perhaps even revisit) the Fugue Devil! Not only that, my novels, The Lebo Coven (2004) and The House at Black Tooth Pond (recently released from Macabre Ink/Crossroad Press), as well as numerous other tales of mine, share common themes, settings, and characters with the world of the Fugue Devil, so allow me to invite you to visit legend-haunted Sylvan County and the towns of Aiken Mill ("The Cold Case Capital of the World"), Beckham, and Barren Creek.

It's a dark and chilling place, but I think you will enjoy your visit. You may also read about the genesis of "The Fugue Devil" in an older blog entry, "The Equinox Devil," here.

Click on the book covers to order from Amazon.com.
 

Thursday, May 1, 2025

THE NIGHTMARE FRONTIER Now Available in Paperback!

Please allow me to interrupt the day's more critical issues (over which I've been venting my brain perhaps more than most people want to hear) to inform you that my 2010 novel, The Nightmare Frontier, up until now available in ebook and audiobook format, is now out as a trade paperback from Macabre Ink/Crossroad Press. Back in the day, this one had something of a quiet release and never gained as much attraction as I feel it deserved. It's a novel I'm rather fond of—something of a melange of folk and cosmic horror, set in rural West Virginia. The paperback contains a few general revisions and corrects a handful of errors present in the original release. Here's a little summary for you:

The town of Silver Ridge, West Virginia, has disappeared from the face of the earth.
A vast chasm prevents any living soul from crossing into the community. From above, only an impenetrable layer of mist marks the spot where the town had existed. Inside Silver Ridge, the nightmare is just beginning.
 
Confined by this unimaginable barrier, the townspeople find themselves confronted by the denizens of a distant dimension: horrifying creatures that intend to transform the valley town into an outpost hospitable to their existence. To these extra-dimensional travelers, human beings are nothing more than pests to be exterminated.

Russ Copeland and Debra Harrington are determined to resist… but as they face death to restore Silver Ridge to its rightful place on Earth, they find that their true enemy may not be the incomprehensible invaders, but an insidious evil whose origin is closer to home than they can imagine.
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“REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS LIKE to read a horror novel that actually made you sweat with dread and your hand shake ever-so-slightly as you turned the page? Remember what it was like to feel your heart thud against your chest as the plight of the characters became your own? Stephen Mark Rainey’s The Nightmare Frontier delivers the goods. This is the Good, Real Stuff. From its powerful opening in the jungles of Vietnam to its nerve-wracking finale, this novel never releases its grip on the reader’s nerves, brains, and heart.”—Gary A. Braunbeck, author of In Silent Graves, Things Left Behind, and others
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The paperback—the backcover and interior of which I was pleased to be able to design myself—is only $13.99 and available NOW. Please check it out!

Tuesday, April 29, 2025

Alice Loweecey's DEMONS & RAMEN

Here is a little plug for Demons & Ramen, the newest novel by friend and fellow author, Alice Loweecey. It's a darkly humorous journey through loss and the search for redemption. Please give this one a look!

"Exorcism is easy. Living with loss is fucking impossible."

Father Denis Kaine has spent his life-fighting demons, but nothing could prepare him for losing his twin brother, Xavier. When the Vatican declares Xavier's death a suicide, Denis knows better. Something made his brother pull the trigger. And he's gonna hunt it down.

Fueled by rage, whiskey, and a reckless disregard for his own survival, Denis scours the dark underbelly of Rome, exorcising every creature that slithers up from Hell to get in his way. But his search takes a dangerous turn when he stumbles upon a Vatican-sealed crypt and accidentally releases something far older, far more powerful than any demon he's ever faced.

She's not a ghost. She's not a demon. But she’s hungry, and she’s not leaving without raiding his fridge.

Now, exiled from the Church and stuck with a thousand year old roommate named Emma, Denis is forced into an uneasy alliance. If he wants to know the truth about Xavier's death, he'll need Emma’s help. Armed with a messenger bag full of holy water and their habit of making bad decisions, they dive into the darkest corners of faith, power, and the Vatican's buried secrets.

And something is watching. Hell isn't the only thing hunting him.



Thursday, March 20, 2025

A Fine Review of THE HOUSE AT BLACK TOOTH POND at Zombo's Closet

Another fine review of The House at Black Tooth Pond, this one by JM Cozzoli at Zombo's Closet!

“The House at Black Tooth Pond is filled with keep-turning-those-pages suspenseful chapters.... Rainey is one of a handful of writers who can give you the supernatural, the cosmic, and the eldritch terror in carefully measured doses that intoxicate you with their simple cleverness and absolute dread.”