Dark Tales: Volume XV - get it before it goes!

Dark Tales: Volume XV is still available, and Candra Hope is illustrating once again. Now only £2.99 in the UK! ($5.99 elsewhere - US dollars).

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We are pleased to announce that 6 of the 13 contributors to Dark Tales: Volume XV have received 'honorable mentions' in Ellen Datlow's Best Horror of the Year Volume Four :

Georgina Bruce - “The Illustrated Dreams of the Ancestors"
Bruce Currie - “The Head Gardener”
Kate Measom - “The Wolf Runs in the Barley”
Sally Quilford -  “The Paper Garden"
Richard Smith - “The Puddle"
Benjamin Mitchell - "Die Kuche".
Congratulations to you all!
Multiple award-winning editor Ellen Datlow has been editing science fiction, fantasy, and horror short fiction for almost thirty years. She was fiction editor of OMNI Magazine and SCIFICTION and has edited more than fifty anthologies, including the horror half of the long-running The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror.  

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All illustrations copyright (c) Candra Hope 2011

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She had been dead for two hours when she smiled at me. No pleasure in the smile—something almost predatory lingered in the curve of teeth, yellow now in the arc sodium light streaming through the windshield, and I had to look away.

My driver-side window was part-way down, and I could smell wet asphalt and blood. Insects tap-tap-tapped against the grimy, warped plastic that enclosed the light on the motel wall. Tap. Tap. Tap-tap. Relentless. Driven. Mindless.

The dead woman grabbed the handle on the armrest and pulled herself out of her slouch. The rope-thin muscle in her bicep hardened beneath her skin, making me think of worms tunnelling in loose soil. I licked my teeth with my tongue. They felt dirty, scummy. I hadn't brushed them in a while and they made me uncomfortable, but I tried not to think about it too much.

“You're still here,” the dead woman said. Her voice buzzed like a cracked clarinet reed. Her smile had vanished. Black, dilated pupils, now frozen in place. Her lips already blued, nightshade lipstick that made her skin even more jaundiced in the yellow light. 

From 'Be Seeing You' - copyright (c) Keith Melton 2011