A dark shape now stood in those choppy dark waters. A horse. A black one, large as she'd ever seen, with a mane that poured down its neck.Genevieve hoped a trip to the Scottish village of Fonniskie would...

Nebraska city, 1901. There's a curse on Arbor Lodge—an elusive demon reclaiming the illustrious home in the name of the prairie—and its owner, J. Sterling Morton, proud statesman, is desperate.  It couldn't...

How do you like your weirdness? A subtle nudge towards the untoward? A quick zap of zany? Or a full-on assault of aberration? Whatever your taste, you'll find it here, and many more strains of strange...