Do you love tales of dark fantasy, magical worlds and creepy thrills? Then allow me to introduce myself. My name is Eldritch Black and I write fast paced dark fantasy fiction. These stories blend elements of the fantastical and strange, tales of other worlds, and of our world and its mysterious, hidden places.
Have you ever wondered where the monsters go after dawn? Or where they came from in the first place?
Then The Book of Kindly Deaths is for you…
If you enjoy stories of dark Victorian gothic mystery and dread, then my Professor Thistlequick short stories; ‘The Demon of Gloamingspark Yard’, and ‘The Ghosts of the Tattered Crow’ are definitely for you! And then there’s my full length novel ‘The Shadow Collectors’ that expands upon these dark magical adventures (coming soon!).
I’ve also written short stories concerning roaming pumpkin men, witches, anti love potions, and heroic trolls who stand guard beneath bridges. So if you enjoy shorter reads you should snap up ‘Three Curses for Trixie Moon’, ‘The Festival of Hate and Bad Tidings’, and my *scary Halloween tale ‘One Dark Hallow’s Eve’.
*In terms of scares, think the later Harry Potter books rather than Stephen King levels of darkness
From a city, across a pond and to a forest
I was born in London, England and always had a fascination for the fantastical and the strange, as well as the downright morbid, much of which stemmed from an unfortunate incident in The London Dungeons when I was a nipper. The incident involved what I considered to be a waxwork of a hooded monk, which turned out to be a living, breathing human being. Or was it? Whatever it was, it scared the life out of me. As did the huge Victorian house I grew up in and the dark, terrifying basement that lurked below me. Both a source of dread and inspiration in equal measure.
Now I live in the United States on a small island near Seattle. There’s still a basement below me but it’s of less concern than the things lurking in the forest outside. Strange creatures gibber in the night and eyes glow from between the branches. I glean inspiration from the looming trees, the wise chatter of crows, and the howls of the unspeakable beasts that come from the tangles of brambles and roots. And the owls, always the owls. Thankfully I have four fierce cats by my side, and a mostly useless Labrador, who to be fair, makes an excellent decoy when it comes to encounters with monsters and beasts.