Tuesday, 12 January 2021

Unraveling of the Fabric


 

Your eyes do not deceive.

Guys!

Yes, the entire Shadow Fabric mythos is released in a 4-book boxset for only 99 cents (99 pence). And it won't stay that price for long.

Grab it HERE!
(Takes you straight to your country's appropriate Amazon page.)


Want to read the blurb? Here it is:

A box set of four books in the best-selling Shadow Fabric mythos.


"... an intelligent read, loved how the Great Fire of London was tied in ..."

700-pages to unravel the FABRIC:

THE SHADOW FABRIC - novel
SINISTER STITCHES - collected stories
HELL CAT OF THE HOLT - novella
TERROR THREADS - collected stories

(Absolutely NO animals are harmed in Mark Cassell's fiction.)

The Shadow Fabric


Leo remembers little of his past. Desperate for a new life, he snatches up the first job to come along. On his second day, he witnesses a murder, and the Shadow Fabric – a malevolent force that controls the darkness – takes the body and vanishes with it.

Determined to get answers, Leo has no idea where to turn. Revelations come in the most unlikely places, and secrets of witchcraft and ancient artefacts unfold. In particular, a device used in the 17th century to extract evil from witches proves key to his discoveries. With these truths long hidden from humankind, his memory unravels. Not only haunted by the past, a sinister presence within the darkness threatens Leo’s existence and he soon doubts everything and everyone … including himself.

Sinister Stitches


A collection of dark fantasy stories that stitch together a twisted history of witchcraft and the supernatural, of demons, ghosts, and the disturbed. Each tale binds the Shadow Fabric mythos tighter, revealing that everything around us is entwined with a deep-rooted darkness. And sometimes that darkness — the fabric — tears.

Hell Cat of the Holt


Shy accountant Anne returns to the village of Mabley Holt to piece together her life after a family tragedy. When her cat vanishes, and a neighbour claims to speak with his dead wife, she soon learns there’s more to the village than any resident dares admit. In search of her beloved pet, she discovers not only family secrets but also revelations of a local legend.

As she treads an unsteady path between folklore and fact, her confidence in where she grew up begins to crumble … Into hell.

Terror Threads


More standalone tales of ghosts, of demons, of the occult, to weave the mythos tighter and prove we all have the ability to see in the dark.

Ten Minutes Till Deadtime (a bonus story)


Delve further into the Shadow Fabric mythos with this short tale of terror. Wake up! It’s Deadtime.

David’s alarm keeps waking him at 3.33 every morning. The problem is, he never sets it for that time. On one occasion he wakes up and something is very different. And that’s when his life begins to unthread…

Already struggling to balance work and home life, can he overcome the evil that has awakened?

FABRIC: the Shadow Fabric mythos series


A 4-book box set containing supernatural and paranormal tales of varying lengths: one novel, one novella, and twenty-one short stories.

An unconventional dark fantasy series playing with the traditions of today’s occult and zombie fiction – supernatural horror without the Devil, and without actual zombies. With a slice of the occult and of paranormal activity, and also a glimpse into the true cause of the Great Fire of London, every story opens up history and spreads it raw. Here you will find spine-chillers of sin, shadows, and the reanimated dead.

To truly understand would be to unravel the Fabric…





Thursday, 7 January 2021

Fabric - the 4 book box set


 

Grab it from Amazon HERE for only 99c or 99p (or free on Kindle Unlimited)


A box set of four books in the best-selling Shadow Fabric mythos.

700-pages to unravel the FABRIC...

THE SHADOW FABRIC - novel
SINISTER STITCHES - collected stories
HELL CAT OF THE HOLT - novella
TERROR THREADS - collected stories

(Absolutely NO animals are harmed in Mark Cassell's fiction.)



The Shadow Fabric

Leo remembers little of his past. Desperate for a new life, he snatches up the first job to come along. On his second day, he witnesses a murder, and the Shadow Fabric – a malevolent force that controls the darkness – takes the body and vanishes with it.

Determined to get answers, Leo has no idea where to turn. Revelations come in the most unlikely places, and secrets of witchcraft and ancient artefacts unfold. In particular, a device used in the 17th century to extract evil from witches proves key to his discoveries. With these truths long hidden from humankind, his memory unravels. Not only haunted by the past, a sinister presence within the darkness threatens Leo’s existence and he soon doubts everything and everyone … including himself.

Sinister Stitches

A collection of dark fantasy stories that stitch together a twisted history of witchcraft and the supernatural, of demons, ghosts, and the disturbed. Each tale binds the Shadow Fabric mythos tighter, revealing that everything around us is entwined with a deep-rooted darkness. And sometimes that darkness — the <i>fabric</i> — tears.

Hell Cat of the Holt

Shy accountant Anne returns to the village of Mabley Holt to piece together her life after a family tragedy. When her cat vanishes, and a neighbour claims to speak with his dead wife, she soon learns there’s more to the village than any resident dares admit. In search of her beloved pet, she discovers not only family secrets but also revelations of a local legend.

As she treads an unsteady path between folklore and fact, her confidence in where she grew up begins to crumble … Into hell.

Terror Threads

More standalone tales of ghosts, of demons, of the occult, to weave the mythos tighter and prove we all have the ability to see in the dark.

Ten Minutes Till Deadtime (a bonus story)

Delve further into the Shadow Fabric mythos with this short tale of terror. Wake up! It’s Deadtime.

David’s alarm keeps waking him at 3.33 every morning. The problem is, he never sets it for that time. On one occasion he wakes up and something is very different. And that’s when his life begins to unthread…

Already struggling to balance work and home life, can he overcome the evil that has awakened?

FABRIC: the Shadow Fabric mythos series

A 4-book box set containing supernatural and paranormal tales of varying lengths: one novel, one novella, and twenty-one short stories.

An unconventional dark fantasy series playing with the traditions of today’s occult and zombie fiction – supernatural horror without the Devil, and without actual zombies. With a slice of the occult and of paranormal activity, and also a glimpse into the true cause of the Great Fire of London, every story opens up history and spreads it raw. Here you will find spine-chillers of sin, shadows, and the reanimated dead.

To truly understand would be to unravel the Fabric…


Grab it from Amazon HERE for only 99c or 99p (or free on Kindle Unlimited)


Sunday, 27 December 2020

The end

 

My year

Guys!

2020 has been a weird year, huh?

For me it's mostly been filled with what you see in those photos. And of course there were also plenty of beach walks with my wife! The biggest excitement though is that I've revisited my passion for making music - only this time I'm teaching myself music theory, rather than simply learning songs and jamming with friends.

Let's face it, this year has NOT been a time to hang out with our buddies.

As for my writing: I've had twelve stories published in various best-selling anthologies (sharing the pages with several of my literary heroes) and some tales were featured in a couple of ezines.

I even finished my novel, PARASITE CROP, which is currently in the hands of an editor of a massive publisher I admire. Incidentally, it's not just "on his desk" but he's confirmed he's actually reading it.

Also, I'm in talks with a different editor for a short story collection for release in the summer. So I hope the world doesn't turn into chaos and anarchy by then.

Finally, my cyberpunk horror novel (currently untitled) is in a first draft mess. But I'm handling it. Kind of. Thanks again to all who came back with their personal clinical trial stories. I made certain to reply to all of you, so be sure to check your spam folder if you didn't receive my response.

Anyway, I'm gonna shut up now...

Keep safe, my friends, and however your year has been, may next year be YOURS.

M.


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In the Company of False Gods

Hell Cat of the Holt

Chaos Halo

Sinister Stitches

Ten Minutes Till Deadtime

Murder, Machinery & Snowflakes

Monster Double Feature


Bargains:

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Giveaways:

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Author Buddies:

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Ian Woodhead

Duncan Ralston

Andrew Lennon

Bella Dean Joyner


Wednesday, 25 November 2020

Murder, Machinery & Snowflakes

 


You guys patiently waiting for the Kindle version of my Christmas book, Murder Machinery & Snowflakes... it's finally up for pre-order with the release date less than a week away (December 1st).

As for those who've put their name down for a signed copy, you need to know they're sitting on the kitchen table awaiting my attention.

And I have a handful left if anyone else wants to nab a copy. Perfect for a stocking filler!

As always, my thanks.

M.


Available from AMAZON ~ 99p / 99c




Paperbacks are available direct from Amazon:

Thursday, 19 November 2020

A question



Would you sign up for a clinical trial?

With one novel on a publisher's desk and a new one in development, I'm now burying myself in research. Namely: clinical trials.

Yeah, I'm unintentionally keeping things topical.

After the success of Monster Double Feature I'm revisiting a concept featured in one of the stories. Several reviewers mentioned how they'd love to read more of the fictional company CellCore from the cyber-horror tale "Reanimation Channel." As a result I've found my next book expanding their unethical pursuits...

So the novel I'm now attacking is a modern day tale blending medieval apparatus and cybertech, featuring a plot thread that leans a little on clinical trials.

My questions for you:

  • What would compel you to join a clinical trial?
  • What side effects would you fear the most?
  • Have you, or anyone you know, ever signed up for one?

As promised with Parasite Crop, I'll give you a shout in the acknowledgements if any of your answers make it into the manuscript.

Thanks!

M.




What the reviewers say about "Reanimation Channel"

"... is a gloriously over the top creature feature, mixing body horror, eco-horror (fight me it's there I see it), with dark, dark humour this is an expansive short story that will raise as many smiles as gasps of horror. I loved how this went from being a tight domestic horror to something much more. Cassell's ability to keep the escalation of events logical and believable, well as plausible as they can be in a story of this nature, shows an author with an assured and gifted sense of storytelling.

While the story itself is entirely self-contained, I'd love to read more about the dark web villains and their reanimation company."
- Ginger Nuts of Horror


"... is a cyber horror piece whose unusual monster is just as brutal as it is original."
- Melissa Maaser


"Cassell created a really unique ‘channel’ and I loved how it sucked the man into watching it and interacting with it, even when he knew better and knew he needed to call the police. The “thing” that is described in this story is utterly amazing and will make readers wish and hope for this creature to be featured elsewhere. As a first time reader of Cassell, I honestly can’t tell you if this is related to any of his other works, but I sure hope so. If not – MARK, GET ON IT!"
- Kendall Reviews

"... is a disturbingly original story, tense, ferocious, and engaging."
- P.J. Blakey-Novis


One final review


This is my new favourite review of "Reanimation Channel" in which a little more of the plot is revealed:

"Scott’s neighbour Adrian is nearly always at home. Which is good for Scott because it means any deliveries that turn up at his house whilst he’s out, will be taken in by Adrian.

It’s this simple task of collecting a parcel from a neighbour, which causes events to spiral out of control. The discovery of a dead body and a mysterious online game leads to an amalgam of flesh and blood that makes the end of Akira look like a lump of clay with some Lego jammed in its surface."
- Mark Green

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Friday, 13 November 2020

Flash Fiction and Freebies

I'm full of freebies right now.


Firstly, have a flash fiction story written by your truly. And afterwards you'll find a bunch of links that'll give you dozens of free ebooks.


THE GOLDEN AGE OF TELEVISION

(1,000 words)


by 

Mark Cassell


It was my wife who’d insisted we purchase our first television set. She’d explained how the Johnsons had one (those neighbors were always a step ahead of us all) and it brought their family closer.

 

Ruth’s comment was undoubtedly a reference to how our son had distanced himself since his older sister lost her life in a traffic accident. A year on and he had retreated into himself, only ever leaving the house for school. A teenager should be out socialising and, dare I say it, coming home with black eyes and heartaches. But not our Jimmy.

 

As a successful encyclopaedia salesman known throughout Chicago as Eddiepedia—while Ruth only ever called me Edward—I feared the advent of television would stunt society's desire to educate themselves. Regardless, I soon brought one home. When I first plugged it in under Ruth’s eager eye, Jimmy ventured from his bedroom into a lounge filled with the roar of static. He leaned against the doorframe watching me angle the antenna for the best picture.

 

From that moment television shows entertained us whenever we ate.

 

Despite sharing mealtimes with his mom and I rather than staying in his room, Jimmy shared little conversation. No matter that we each hunched on the sofa, all eyes on the small screen across the room, what mattered was that we were together, a family rebuilding our home using television as adhesive. Yet, regardless of what they say about time heals wounds, our daughter’s name hid on an averted glance or secret quivering lips. Sad how it becomes taboo to utter the name of a passed loved one. I would often catch the dark look on Ruth’s face, indeed an expression I recognised in the bathroom mirror when shaving.

 

With television a part of our lives, that was the way of it for several weeks. On the night everything truly went to hell, I came home to an aroma of roasting chicken. As always Jimmy sat in the lounge watching television, school bag at his feet.

 

“Hello, son.”

 

He didn't acknowledge me. After heaping my briefcase and sample editions onto the dining table, I walked into the kitchen.

 

“Hey, honey.” I kissed the back of Ruth’s head as she sliced a carrot. “Seen my toolbox? It's not in the garage.”

 

“No. Did you get that sale?”

 

“Station wagon has a headlamp out again,” I said, ignoring the question. “Loose connection I reckon. Now these newer models are without wooden panels, the wiring seems shot.”

 

The knife paused over the next carrot, her knuckles whitening. Whenever the car was mentioned she would cool. She had, after all, been the one driving when the accident happened and had ever since blamed herself for our daughter’s untimely death.

 

I went into the lounge where Adventures of Superman stole my attention, just as it had Jimmy’s, until steaming dinner trays landed quite literally on our laps.

 

Jimmy wore sleeves pulled down over his wrists and, with the summer heat raging even at night, this should have raised questions. Such is the way television reels us in, I did not think much of it. Perhaps had I voiced my observation things would have transpired differently.

 

After an evening of television, entirely forgetting the station wagon’s headlamp, we went to bed. Nothing unusual.

 

That is, until I needed a bathroom break in the early hours.

 

Returning toward our bedroom with shuffling feet and squinty eyes, I spotted a faint light beneath Jimmy’s door. It flickered white and blue.

 

In seconds I was pressing my ear against the cool wood. Faint yet unmistakable: Static, similar to when the television antenna needs adjusting. I twisted and pushed the handle in one movement. The door swung inward and stopped halfway to hit my upturned toolbox. Its contents littered the carpet, mingled with our entire collection of family photographs and glass shards from broken frames. Faint sparks leapt around and between everything.

 

A clean, chlorine-like smell filled the air.

 

“Jimmy…”

 

He slumped in a shadowy corner, his stomach a raw hole of meaty folds and glistening pipes. Shards that reflected electricity protruded from all angles around the gaping mess.

 

My heart punched my throat, and my knees buckled.

 

Hidden earlier by sleeves, wires and electrical components were stitched into both his wrists, scabbed around the edges and weeping pus. The wounds connected trailing cables, sparking blue-white electricity powered by the unscrewed outlet across the room. My screwdriver and wrench were jammed behind the plate, with bare wires twisted around each tool.

 

I fought the urge to vomit.

 

The horrific exhibit wasn’t only my son’s dead eyes staring at the ceiling, his mouth slightly open, it was also the large framed photograph of our daughter.

 

Her delightful smile filled the picture taken on our vacation in the Rockies. Using that frame as a kind of screen, Jimmy had constructed a miniature imitation of a television set. The other frames, smeared with bloody fingerprints, were glued at imperfect angles to create the box itself, from which bulged more cables and wires, all crackling electricity.

 

My daughter’s eyes flickered red and her face pressed against the glass, features distorting. There was a crack… a shatter, and in a rush of darkness and glass fragments, her silhouette poured across the carpet like gasoline. Miniature lightning sparked at the epicentre and then it bulged, rising like a giant blister. Stretching, unmistakably my daughter’s figure, tall and proud. Only dark, as though laced with shadow.

 

It swept upwards, shrieking over my head in twists of darkness and electrical flashes. Broken glass winked and shards glinted.

 

Ruth emerged from our bedroom, fumbling the belt of her gown.

 

“Patricia?” she said, eyes wide.

 

The billowing darkness, surely a demonic replica of our daughter rather than her spirit, corkscrewed down the hallway toward my wife.

 

Her scream cut short as her gown flapped and glass shredded her flesh. Blood spattered the walls.

 

She slumped, gurgling, then collapsed. Her body twitched as the shadow that was our daughter vanished.

 

I was left staring at Ruth’s gushing remains.



(c)Mark Cassell, 2020


It's nearly Christmas.


By the way, I'm thrilled to announce that the coverwrap to my Christmas chapbook has been approved by the publisher.

Thanks to all who've so far pre-ordered a signed copy!





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As always, thanks for the attention!

M.