The second thriller in the supernatural trilogy by the World Fantasy Award–winning author— An “intriguing and absorbing work from a major talent” (Kirkus Reviews).
Howard Barton came to Mendocino in search of a folded scrap of paper. Not just any old... View details
It's a gray, wet winter in southern California, and Phil Ainsworth is alone. The sudden death of his young wife has left him shaken, and he gets eerie sensations as he roams around the big, old house he inherited from his mother.
He's sure he's seen ... View details
COASTAL SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA is a semiarid land crosshatched with mountain chains, narrow valleys, and dry riverbeds. The upper reaches of its steeply sloped canyons are nearly impenetrable—its sunny b...
“Blaylock is one of the most brilliant of that new generation of fabulist writers: All the Bells on Earthmay be his best book . . . Enthralling” (The Washington Post Book World).
In the dead of night, a man climbs the tower of St. Anthony’s Church, d... View details
A WET WINTER night. Nearly two in the morning and the spirit of Christmas haunts the ocean wind, sighing through the foil candycanes that sway from lampposts along Chapman Avenue, through the ribs of ...
A trilogy sets sail with a novel that’s “charming, light-hearted and funny . . . Feels a little like The Hobbit or The Wind in the Willows” (Fantasy Literature).
James P. Blaylock’s debut novel The Elfin Ship has become a classic of whimsical fantasy... View details
Summer had somehow passed along into autumn, as it will, and with October came a good bit of rain. And rain, isn’t at all bad – as long, that is, as you’re not caught out in it. The blue skies and whi...
A biblical betrayal drives this trilogy from the World Fantasy Award–winning author, “a singular American fabulist” (William Gibson, author of Neuromancer).
The price of immortality . . . Two thousand years ago, there lived a man who sold some valuab... View details
ANDREW VANBERGEN USED a pruning ladder to get to the attic window—the sort with flared legs and a single pole for support. The pole clacked against the copper rain gutter and then hung uselessly, the ...
Within the magical gears of Lord Kelvin's incredible machine lies the secret of time. The deadly Dr. Ignacio Narbondo would murder to possess it and scientist and explorer Professor Langdon St.
Ives would do anything to use it. For the doctor it mean... View details
LANGDON ST. IVES, scicntist and explorer, clutched a heavy alpaca blanket about his shoulders and stared out over countless miles of rocky plateaus and jagged volcanic peaks. The tight weave of ivory-...
Theophile Escargot, cast out of Twombly Town for the crime of stealing his own pie, bade a midnight farewell to his unfeeling neighbours and set out on a journey to fabled Balumnia.
There he would clash with the master of an elfin airship and a conni... View details
River fogs were by no means uncommon along the Oriel. When October came and the nights grew cool and wet, mist would rise along the river and creep ashore, stealing along the edge of the meadow, past ...
When Calvin Bryson decides to visit his aunt and uncle, he learns that their small town is harboring some strange secrets-including a modern- day incarnation of the legendary Knights Templar.... View details
Calvin Bryson read the letter a third time, but for some reason it insisted on saying the same thing it had said the other two times. It was from his uncle, Al Lymon, who lived out in the desert along...
NO WRITING OR MARKS ON PAGES. READING CREASES ON SPINE. CREASE ON CORNER OF COVER. PRICE BLACKED OUT ON TAG ON COVER.... View details
It was late May, and the weather was warming up in Twombly Town. The great brass kaleidoscope had been wheeled out from under a shingled awning where, as usual, it had been stored all winter so that i...
In 1870s London, a city of contradictions and improbabilities, a dead man pilots an airship and living men are willing to risk all to steal a carp. Here, a night of bangers and ale at the local pub can result in an eternity at the Blood Pudding with ... View details
Above the St. George’s Channel clouds thick as shorn wool arched like a bent bow from Cardigan Bay round Strumble Head and Milford Haven, and hid the stars from Swansea and Cardiff. Beyond Bristol the...