Dona Fox has crept into my life and embedded herself as one of my favourite authors. Her writing style is exquisite, drawing the reader in with a fierce intensity and the delivering an utter gut punch of a finale.
Dark Tales from the Den is no different, a brilliantly executed collection of short horror tales that send real chills down my spine.
There are too many great stories within this collection to pick one, I could never do any of them justice with my words.
If you haven’t read any of the works of Dona Fox then you must go out and do so this evening! You won’t regret it!!
The Easton family has just moved into their new fixer-upper, a beautiful old house that they bought at a steal, and Alice, the youngest of the family, is excited to explore the strange, new place. Her excitement turns to growing dread as she discovers a picture hidden under the old wallpaper, a child’s drawing of a family just like hers.
Soon after, members of the family begin to disappear, each victim marked on the child’s drawing with a dark black X. It’s up to her to unlock the grim mystery of the house before she becomes the next victim.
I was hooked from the opening with this book, a very intricately woven family horror tale, narrated by the wise beyond her years Alice. At just 10 years old she is left to uncover the truth behind a sinister wall painting and find out just what is happening to her family.
The story begins with the family arriving at their new house, an absolute “steal” according to Frank, Alice’s father. Frank is prone to whimsical schemes and a bit of a dreamer, so when he buys this house it’s not surprising that the rest of the family isn’t exactly convinced.
Alice seems to connect on anther level with the house, she has her own narration of events in her head, from ‘Mary’, a girl who tragically died in the house. She know’s deep down that something is wrong and that something dark is t work, but she just can’t put her finger on it. When she finds the picture of the previous family under the wallpaper her suspicions seem to take on their own energy. A stick figure family, mother, father, son, daughter and the family pet – just the same as Alice’s family.
Their pet cat vanishes and at the same time a mysterious ‘X’ is drawn over the pet in the picture. The an ‘X’ is drawn over the boy, representing her brother Dean. Just what is happening to Alice’s family and what does ‘Mary’ have to do with it.
I love the mis-direct within the story – the reader is convinced it’s one thing happening when in fact it’s something even more sinister. The story of Mary and just what happened to her is an interesting and tragic tale. We get snippets throughout thanks to Mary’s diary after Alice comes across in and has to read it. It is a very well put together narrative, very clever yet simple at the same time, and for me, the characters, particularly Alice, really set this off.
One by One is my second read from D. W. Gillespie (thanks to Flame Tree Press for the eARC). I look forward to more.
Janz is a descriptive master. He conveys a scene in total HD ultra having you almost believe you are living it. This was most defiantly the case at the gas station.
Joe, a family man with a young daughter, witnesses a young mother abusing her toddler in the back of their truck. He intervenes to help the child and sets a disturbing chain of events in motion.
Joe and his family are soon stalked and terrorized by the family of Angie, the young mother who took her own life after she lost custody of her son. They are members of a cult and will go to any lengths to get their revenge on Joe and to bring back their daughter.
The premise of this story is filled with promise. The wonderfully dark and sinister cover conveys this too. A family man, just wanting to do the right thing . What is that they say about the road to hell… ?
A thrilling read from the outset. The characterization is on point as always from Janz and the story telling, deliciously creepy with many layers of nasty.
Flame Tree Press just keep putting out great books (mostly). Janz is as always, a wonderful author.
I’m quite annoyed at myself that I couldn’t get into ‘House of Skin’ as much as I would have like. I have become quite the fan of Janz’s work lately, but sadly this isn’t one of my favorites.
I like the premise: Nephew inherits estranged dead uncles creepy estate. Town tarnishes nephew with the same brush as his not so nice uncle. Murder and ghostly goings-on ensue.
It has a really good start to with the despicable Ted Brand getting his comeuppance after the cheating philanderer messes with the wrong women.
I think, well for me, I believe this it where it went wrong. I was loving the Ted Brand/Julia arc, but I was a lot more interested in that than in the Paul Carver arc, who of course is our main character. I couldn’t really attach myself to the character of Paul the way I like in a book. For me to really, and I mean REALLY enjoy a story, I need to be 100% behind the characters. Without this I have a habit of losing interest rather quickly.
This is by no means a shot at the story or the author himself. I firmly believe Janz is a wonderful story teller, and this story is not completely terrible. It just wasn’t for me is all.
I am looking forward to my next Janz read, ‘Nightmare Girl’.
Another exquisitely creepy read from Dona Fox. I love these shorts, they are written with a depth and expertise that’s hard to find. I can only hope to write something half as good one day.
This starts pretty innocent and simple, but quickly develops into a tragic story of family and the dark secrets within. I can’t say too much as I really wouldn’t want to spoil the ending, or the build up, but my word it’s a good one.
It is another really quick read, about 20-30 minutes. Perfect for those train journeys and lunch breaks at work. It has a quick pace. great characterization and depth and is one I feel I could read over and over and still be surprised and horrified.
It’s truly quite shocking, down to the last line.
“I like mine bloody. I get whatever I want now; I’m not a child anymore”.
This is yet again a wonderfully intricate story from Dona Fox. A Perfect Memory sucks you in, chews you up and spits you back out ten fold. A very clever piece of twisted psychological horror. You never quite quite know what’s real or who is who. I’m still a little unsure. A chilling tale of identity and government secrets from start to finish.
It is put together with such perfection down the last detail. The characters are woven deeply into the plot with a level of writing ability one could only hope to aspire to.
There is so much involved for such a short piece. I really am in awe of the writing of Dona Fox.
A new story from the Scaeth Mythos, The Bledbrooke Works
does not disappoint.
I love reading these stories, John F. Leonard has a talent
for subtle horror yet disturbing all the same. The Bledbrooke Works I feel is
one of the subtlest yet. I was engaged with the two characters from the onset.
Donald Hobdike, a cranky older gentleman who resents youth, yet at the same
time he resents getting old. He is tasked with wayward youth Michael Bassey,
‘Mikey B’, who is sent to Hobdike to work of his debt to society.
Hobdike takes Mikey down under Bledbrooke, into the sewage
system to search for what could be a ‘fatberg’ – A
fatberg is a congealed mass in a sewer system formed by the combination of
non-biodegradable solid matter, such as wet wipes, and congealed grease or
cooking fat. –Thank you
Wikipedia for that definition. As they work their way through the darkness and
stench of the towns waste Mikey begins to get nervous. He thinks he feels
something touch him in the water. He sees shadows and movement. Things that
cannot be real, that cannot exist. Hobdike tells him it’s just the darkness;
being so far below the surface can have an effect on people – A plausible
explanation. Mixed with being soaking wet after a tumble into the sewage, and
too hot from the unnatural humidity down there, Mikey could almost accept that
he was just being paranoid, almost.
The truth of the matter is far
worse. It’s no fatberg at the end of the tunnel.
This book goes from ‘normal’ to
creepy in one giant monster leap. The twist, the payoff, I have to admit I had
no idea. The best way of course is when you are taken completely by surprise.
The Bledbrooke Works reeled me in good. Hooking me from the start with
believable characters, a musty old sewage works and some dark and smelly
tunnels (and of course my favourite, a mention of rats).
It is such a simple yet effective
setting, old factories and ageing buildings are ready-made for horror stories.
They have unlimited potential, as John shows in his writing, with an atmosphere
of suspense and horror built into them from their creation.
The sights, sounds and smells were
all but palpable. John really has a knack for descriptiveness. You can almost
envision yourself there, walking though the ripe narrow passages behind Hobdike
and Mikey, as well as suffering the claustrophobia and paranoia that Mikey
I felt there were undertones of the
harsh realities of ageing within the story. Hobdike, not the young
whippersnapper he used to be, being somewhat resentful of Mikey’s youth. He
recognises himself in Mikey, something I feel we all do as we get older, we see
the younger generation making the same mistakes as we did, yet we still hold
contempt and criticise in what becomes an infinite loop. He isn’t ready to grow
old and retire. He doesn’t want to die. Who does of course? But some things are
meant to be. The symmetry between young Mikey and old Hobdike at the end I feel
validated my thoughts on this with a somewhat ‘passing the torch’ moment.
“Michael Bassey, a blundering boy, crippled by
circumstance. Packed with potential and denied opportunity. A horrible reality
for the vast majority of the underprivileged in the modern era. This vicious
circle that kept the underclass confined to poverty. Wedged and forever stuck
at the bottom of the pile.”
The Bledbrooke Works is yet another
fantastic story from The Scaeth Mythos. John F. Leonard just keeps coming back
with all things subtle and scary; I swear they get better and better.