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A collection of short stories detailing the lonely lives of drunks and killers. Navigating the deserts of Mexico to the backwoods of North Carolina, our narrators tell their stories in hauntingly poetic voices reminiscent of William Gay and Cormac McCarthy. INCARNATIONS is a bold collection, a series of short letters to a god that has long since abandoned this world. "Chris Deal's stories are family secrets, stolen conversations, personal apocalypses, violent acts of desperation, songs to be rediscovered. Sometimes the stories are as big and scary as the dark depths of the ocean and sometimes they are as quiet as whispered regret. Deal fearlessly commits to his vision, so much so, one gets the sense that each and every story in Incarnations represents a hard-earned chunk of Deal's big, dark heart." -Paul Tremblay, author of THE LITTLE SLEEP "In the tapestries that Chris Deal weaves, the weight of emotion becomes physical, lands unfurl into the darkness, and hope is dealt in back alleyways like a forbidden drug. Sometimes poetic, sometimes gritty, Incarnations is a nesting doll, each layer that much more skin flayed, your bruised heart lurking at the center." -Richard Thomas, author of STARING INTO THE ABYSS "Like the violent narrative flashes of Brian Evenson or the poetic interludes of Hemingway's In Our Time, Chris Deal's new collection summons fever-dream worlds in shades of bright crimson and gunmetal gray. These stories are beauty and terror incarnate. Read them and see." -Aaron Gwyn, author of WYNNE'S WAR and DOG ON THE CROSS

In these four novellas, Nate Southard blurs the line between crime fiction and cosmic horror to create a unique and frightening style that is all his own. "He Stepped Through" - On an overcast day in Compton, a swath of violence hints at a greater, more ancient evil. Two crooked detectives, a young gangbanger, and a beat cop learn sometimes stepping through a door means it can't be closed again. "Something Went Wrong" - A brokenhearted loner keeps finding body parts on his doorstep. A mysterious fixer thinks he may not be the right man for the job. Two friends find something strange when a drought reveals old secrets. Just another day in Texas. "Deeper Waters" - Surrounded by flood waters, redneck magician Charlie "Crawdad" Crawford seeks both revenge and redemption in a deserted diner. "Safe House" - A terrorist cell holes up in a remote cabin after a devastating attack on American soil. Something old and terrible waits in the woods, however, and it will destroy them one-by-one...if they don't destroy each other first.

You haven't heard of William Colton Hughes. Or, if you have, then you're not telling anybody. Not telling them anything, ever. He's not the serial killer on the news, in the textbooks. He's the one out there still punching his card, and a few other people's too. He is a nightmare come to life, waiting in his apartment for you to knock on his door. William Colton Hughes is living his fantasy: his victims are delivered to his apartment every few days. But when he's suddenly alone, no visitors, nobody to talk to but himself, he begins to lose what little of his mind he has left. Has his benefactor, his employer, been his prison warden all along? His apartment complex a hospital? Is he going to have to go back to heaving dark plastic bags into dumpsters when nobody's looking? Or will Dashboard Mary, a mysterious woman hell-bent on revenge, get to him first? This is William Colton Hughes. Come and knock on his door.

"William Boyle does for the small damaged towns of New York what Nelson Algren did for Chicago: he makes the streets sing with piss-pot poetry and gut-bucket blues. These are edgy stories about people who would have to pull themselves up to walk the line, people who spend so much time in bars, drunks and bartenders start to look like family. In here, hardship is a given, failure too, but Boyle's beautiful prose infuses his characters with a deep sense of knowledge and dignity and awareness, so hope is always present, no matter how dim the light. In DEATH DON'T HAVE NO MERCY, a shot of whiskey is rocket fuel, and the songs are all sung by dead folks and outlaws. Drunk working men look like dumptrucks, their mouths hanging open for booze. Boyle is a new breed of literary crime writer that knows to be alive is to be a criminal and the art of living is finding the best possible crime. Fans of James Cain and Vicki Hendricks, of Charles Bukowski and Larry Brown, saddle up to the bar and throw down your money for the excellent stories in DEATH DON'T HAVE NO MERCY. I guarantee you will fall in love with the neighborhoods, with the alleys, with the garages and one-bedroom apartments, because around the corner William Boyle is bartending and everything he has to say is the best thing you will read this year. An outstanding collection!" -Dave Newman, author of PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ANYONE TONIGHT, RAYMOND CARVER WILL NOT RAISE OUR CHILDREN, THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE POEMS, and TWO SMALL BIRDS