At first glance, Phil Pendleton and his son Adam are just an ordinary father and son, no different from any other. They take walks in the park together, visit county fairs, museums, and zoos, and eat together overlooking the lake. Some might say the father is a little too accommodating given the lack of discipline when the child loses his temper in public. Some might say he spoils his son by allowing him to set his own bedtimes and eat candy whenever he wants. Some might say that such leniency is starting to take its toll on the father, given how his health has declined.
What no one knows is that Phil is a prisoner, and that up until a few weeks ago and a chance encounter at a grocery store, he had never seen the child before in his life.
"an excellent terror-filled novella....a stomach-twisting ride through the depths of horror, breathing new life into an often-stagnant part of the genre." -- Publisher's Weekly (starred review)
"Sour Candy is spectacularly good. A brilliant premise, marvelously executed, it's as close to a perfect story as I can remember reading. I only wish I'd written it myself." -- Bentley Little, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of The Resort, and The Store.
"...in every building there are people in the windows. Men, women, children, but they have their backs turned away from the street, away from me and the nightmare that is mine alone. They stand frozen in place, staring forward. I know they are not looking at anything, and that is the point, because looking at nothing means they're not looking at me, not bearing witness to the atrocity. And if they can’t see it, they can’t be responsible for whatever comes of it. I open my mouth to scream for their help, and only the wind emerges—an autumn wind that sends rust-colored leaves scratching along the gutters to be swallowed by storm drains that have curved into hungry smiles." - JACK & JILL
In the wake of his daughter's tragic death, Steve Brannigan is struggling to keep himself together. One night he hears a sound from his daughter's old room, a room now stripped bare...except for her security blanket, affectionately known as Blanky.
The blanket in which he buried his daughter...READ MORE