By Christopher Golden
Dark Duets is a dinner party of eerie and enchanting horror, mystery, and darkish fable tales—an formidable and certain anthology that includes biting and atmospheric unique tales from seventeen pairs of acclaimed writers, all taking part jointly for the 1st time, together with New York Times bestselling authors Charlaine Harris, Rachel Caine, Holly Black, Cassandra Clare, Stuart MacBride, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Jonathan Maberry and David Liss.
Penned by way of authors—and in a single case, a trio—who have by no means labored jointly ahead of, the tales during this spell binding literary chemistry mix diversified parts and wealthy issues into captivating and hugely flamable stories that delve deep into the shadowy, unexplored geographical regions of the imagination.
On the evening prior to Halloween, an unwitting younger lady falls below the spell of a deadly man—and right into a terrifying multiverse—in "T Rhymer" through Gregory Frost and Jonathan Maberry. Sarah MacLean and Carrie Ryan discover the beautiful suffering of everlasting love in "She, Doomed Girl." "Welded" via Tom Piccirilli and T. M. Wright deals an unsettling imaginative and prescient of evil that infects and destroys lives.
Mixing the standard with the intense, those daring and shiny tales provide a compelling survey of the supernatural global that's absolute to frighten and enchant.
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Yet he had recovered his bow and he held it in his crimson, sparkling fist above which the shaft of an arrow rested. “Rhymer . . . ” whispered Stacey. With unexpected horror she discovered that he was once pointing the arrow at her. was once that how this might finish? If he couldn’t shop her from hell, then he could deny the demons the dwelling sacrifice they demanded? His eyes have been tough and cruel as he stared alongside the shaft at her. Stacey desired to curse him. To hate him for this. He had used her to discover this coven, hadn’t he? To carry the princeling again into this global. Now right here he was once able to sacrifice her existence. She should still hate him together with her final breath and proposal. She stated, “Do it. ” He took cautious goal and allow his arrow fly. Stacey closed her eyes. The arrow whipped by way of so heavily that she felt it move, viscerally shared the thud of it into the breastbone of the tracksuited lady beside her. Stacey’s eyes snapped open to determine the girl spin round and stumble backward—straight into the wall of sunshine, her arm prolonged as though handy the slicing stone to Stacey. on the final, her shaking, dissolving hand flung it to the floor. Stacey’s palms have been unfastened, yet she stood there for a second, too surprised to understand what to do. “The stone! ” cried Rhymer. “Now, earlier than it’s too overdue! ” That was once like a bucket of water within the face. Stacey snapped out of her surprise and dove for the sacred stone. “You dare no longer! ” bellowed the Yvag prince, and Stacey spun round in horror because the monster dragged the tracksuited physique apart and stepped midway from the sunshine, achieving for her, swiping on the air with its claws. An arrow thudded into the princeling, yet immediately glowed and stuck hearth, the ashes blowing away within the superheated wind. “The stone,” Rhymer cried back. yet Stacey had it seated in her palm now, her hands wrapped tightly round it, her physique turning—not clear of the Yvag prince yet towards him. She slashed at him together with his sacred stone. The razor-sharp fringe of it drew a sparkling eco-friendly line from shoulder to elbow. The Yvag’s shriek of soreness got here just like the screech of grinding steel, like a teach break inches from her face. It picked her up and slammed her again opposed to the shrubs. Even the place he stood, Rhymer fell, too, his arrows spilling from their quiver. The Yvag prince thrashed in position, like a wasp stuck in a spider’s net. As Stacey watched, the fairway strains of sparkling blood unfold like a vine into the purple of the shimmering wall and someway appeared to bind him there. Or did it? The creature threw its twisted physique opposed to those new strains of strength and step-by-step the resistance yielded, one line then one other snapped, and he emerged. He was once just about all the way in which out now. Stacey driven herself up. Thunder looked as if it would pound via her head. She pressed a palm opposed to one ear, came upon that she used to be bleeding from it. And from her nostril. Rhymer, sprawled within the airborne dirt and dust, was once coughing, and with every one cough a bloody foam rimed his chin. by some means Stacey nonetheless had the stone in her hand, however the monster within the fiery gateway used to be attaining for it. She raised it for one final stab.