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Scarlet Mitchell wakes up on the floor of her boss's apartment. Her boss is dead and to make matters worse, Scarlet is holding the bloodied murder weapon. With no recollection of the previous night whatsoever, Scarlet turns to the only person who can find the answers she needs: Jason Callahan. Together with Trina Dane, local psychic and columnist for the city newspaper, they begin to dig into Scarlet's past.

Chloe Marsh is found dead at the scene of an accident and pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital. Half an hour later, as she is being taken to the morgue, Chloe suddenly sits up. But this isn't the first time Chloe has died, and it certainly won't be the last.

Fresh off the NYPD, Jason Callahan has his own detective agency, a nice apartment, and a secretary who doesn't drive him crazy. Jason is happy with his life. Until he meets Trina Dane, that is. Trina is that crazy lady you always worry about meeting. She's also psychic. From the minute Jason meets her, he finds himself spiraling downward into a world of ghosts, spells and demons. But Trina is also beautiful and funny and Jason can't quite force himself to stay away.

When Captain Hunter and the crew of the Endeavor come across an alien ship, they have no idea what caused the deaths of its entire crew. Could they be infected with some unknown virus? Or did they simply all go mad and kill each other? Once Dr. Klein rules out infection, it seems like they're in the clear. Until, that is, some strange phenomenon invades the ship. Suddenly, crew members are acting strangely and the ship's course keeps changing against orders.

Amanda Stevens hasn't had an easy life. Her parents are both dead. The only man she ever loved died before their wedding. She works a mundane job, lives in her childhood home, and hasn't gone to a party since shoulder pads were in style. But all that is about to change. A single act of selflessness drives her out in her father's old boat, late at night and in the middle of a storm. She's on her way to rescue someone but when she lands in the past, she finds a new life, a new love, a new Amanda.

Cara Bishop already saved the world. Now, with the war over and the aliens defeated, she's teaching other pilots to fly the alien ships that turned the tide...until the government approaches her about joining a super-secret mission, that is. Steve Hunter is the product of alien DNA. He was created in a lab, designed to destroy the aliens in a ground war that was never fought. Now, they're finally putting him to use as the leader of this new mission.

Something very strange is going on in Bowling Green, Kentucky. A masked terrorist attacks a local politician and a news reporter at a minor league baseball game. A Gay Pride parade is bombed. A veteran's home is invaded and taken over by new ownership, and every resident that is not Caucasian has suddenly...disappeared.

Rick's Diner is owned and run by four long-time friends, Rick, Rachel, Logan and Macy. It's a dream life for them, until a mystery comes along. That's when Rachel's sleuthing senses kick in, and when that happens, all heck breaks loose.

Life has been good to Paul Tremblay. He has a decent job, a beautiful girlfriend, and a devoted pal. It's just another average day for this average joe. That is, until he wakes up on a table in the morgue. Now, his heart doesn't beat, he doesn't breathe, and he keeps forgetting things like his own name. Desperate to get to his girlfriend, Linda, before it's too late, Paul sets off on a cross-country journey to Los Angeles.

These stories represent decades of collaboration between author David Niall Wilson and a wide array of talented authors. All have been professionally published - some have been reprinted and collected. All are the result of two muses meeting on paper. Meet a modern day Don Quixote, fighting Y2K bug nightmares, and striving to save the woman of his dreams. Learn how Edgar Allen Poe might have found his tales. Face off on a lonely mountaintop with Lovecraftian nightmares.

The antique telephone sat in the darkness in the attic. Dust and cobwebs obscured its once gleaming surface. Wires hung limply from its rusted innards. It should have been nothing more than an interesting piece of junk. Except that sometimes, late at night, the occupants of the hotel rooms below swore they heard it ringing....