Review of Teatro Grottesco by Thomas Ligotti

I first discovered Thomas Ligotti in the pages of Weird Tales and was happy to see this collection available. There is a sense of “Lovecraftianess” to Ligotti’s style of prose, yet unlike lovecraft’s work, you will find no tentacles or tombs here. The strange and quirkiness of these stories lies beneath the ordinary much like Rod Sterling’s Twighlight Zone. Teatro Grottesco is a worthy collection of the dark and weird and a satisfying introduction to Ligotti’s short fiction.


Game of Thrones Review: Masterpieces Are Coming

Game of Thrones

Game of Thrones cover

If writers are Gods – and they are – then George R.R. Martin is Zeus, King of Gods. Martin flawlessly weaves a tale of epic fantasy to launch, which is arguably the best fantasy series ever ( I know The Lord of The Rings and The Malazan Empire have their fans). Game of Thorns achieves not only because of a great plot, which does not stagnate, but because of the intriguing characters, both male and female, that are brought to life through Martin’s skill.  Tyrion, Sandor Clegane (the Hound), Cersei, Arya, and Daenerys are particularly memorable.

This first installment is not heavily loaded with magic and the supernatural. Other than the appearance of a supernatural race in the opening pages and again briefly later on, and the emergence of other mythological creatures in the closing pages, Game of Thrones is devoid of magic and the supernatural. The conflict is among men and women, noble houses positioning themselves for the throne of a Kingdom. The book is laden with political intrigue, conspiracy, ambition, and hidden family secrets.

Still, while the great houses maneuver for control of the throne, the reader is ever aware of a long dormant evil, that may rise to threaten the populace of the seven kingdoms.

I am looking forward to getting into Clash of Kings & Storm of Swords and beyond.

Preview of Risen: The Tale of Alexander’s Mummy

Risen Cover

Risen Cover

Risen: The Tale of Alexander’s Mummy


Matt Cole

Abner held the shot glass up to his face and studied the mysterious clear liquid, the azure of Mediterranean sea shimmering behind him, amidst a cluttering of sailboats cradled in a small marina.  “What did you say the Greeks call this?

“Ouzo” I replied, lifting my own glass and gesturing to his.

I was taken aback to see Abner in such a state.  His medium length hair was nearly all white, scruffy with wisps tucked behind his ears.  Dark circles loomed under his eyes as the creases of age cut deep into a sagging, what appeared to be, malnourished face.  Perspiration glistened on his sun spotted brow and his clothes were disheveled and stained, here and there, with sweat. He appeared as if he had not eaten or slept in days and had aged a decade in the last few months since I had seen him last.

Three days earlier he had messaged me, urging me to meet him in Santorini.  He would not discuss any details over the phone or through e-mail, insisting I meet him in person.  All I knew was his dig in Egypt been shut down under mysterious and grave circumstances.

Agitated and paranoid was not like the Abner I knew, my colleague and friend of twenty years.  We had done our dissertations at the same time at Oxford and later worked on a number of digs together and even co-authored several papers over the years.  Abner was always the ever dignified Egyptologist, the voice of reason and logic.

Out of great concern for my dear friend, my loyalty and trepidation having gotten the best of me, I made arrangements to shut down my own dig at Hisarlık, near the ruins of Troy, in order to meet him.

Abner gave me a suspicious look, and then tossed back the shot and I quickly followed. The syrupy liquor fell into the back of my mouth and I savored the slow burn of licorice as the anise alcohol made its way down my throat.

Abner momentarily shut his eyes and grimaced. “Tastes like Sambuca.”

“It’s not unlike it,” I said placing shot glass top down on the table.

I leaned forward, “Abner, you didn’t ask me here to get drunk and watch the sunset.  What has happened with your dig?  I am hearing the whole the thing has been shut down by the Egyptian government.  Something about an accident?  There were deaths?”

Abner looked at me with some apprehension.  “Ethan, I . .”  He trailed off and reached for a pack of Marlboros, gave it a tap and retrieved a cigarette, lit it, looked about the patio and in a hushed voice said, ”Ethan, we found Alexander’s tomb.”

Exhilarated my eyes widened.  “Intact?  Abner, was the tomb intact?”  Abner looked at me, not with the childlike enthusiasm one would have announcing such a find, but the subdued melancholy of someone who was consumed by grief.

“Oh yes, riches beyond Tutinkomen’s and a mummy.”

“You have Alexander’s remains?”

Again Abner looked about the patio tables surrounding us, which were mostly vacant this time of day, and took a long drag from his cigarette.  “No, Ethan, there was a mummy, who, I am afraid, has run a muck and is very much on the loose.”

I smiled.  But my amused smirk almost instantly collapsed into an expression of grave concern.  For as I looked on Abner, I knew he was not jesting.  He believed every word he had said.


“Ethan,” he cut me off.  “I saw it with my own eyes.  Alexander’s mummy reanimated and killed nine people on my dig.”

I stared at him, not sure how to respond.  Had Abner suffered a psychological break or fallen victim of some elaborate hoax?  These were my thoughts as I looked upon the burdened and aged face of my friend.  And he, no doubt, gauged me as to how I would judge him then, his friend of twenty years.

“It sounds perfectly outlandish, I know.  I would not believe such a thing had I not witnessed it with my own eyes.  I assure you, it is true, Ethan.  ”

Just then, a waitress arrived with an octopus appetizer and a bottle of red wine.  She poured the Agiorgitiko wine and disappeared back into the tavern.

“Try the octopus.  It is quite good,” Abner said helping himself.

I drew a large mouthful of wine from my glass and again I leaned forward.  “Tell me what happened.  Tell me everything.”

At The Throat of God Preview – First 10 Pages of Comic Script


 At The Throat of God


PAGE ONE:               THREE PANELS                     

There are two tiers here, panel one takes up the first and panels two and three take up the second.

PANEL: 1:1

This panel is comprised of the top two thirds of the page.  RAVEN approaches Saint Patrick’s Cathedral from the front, her back to us.  Massive wooden double doors – painted and intricately carved – await her at the top of the steps, beneath a gothic arch fixed with bronze sculptures.  Her hair is long, black, & silken.  It is fall and she is wearing a long overcoat.  It is dusk.


New York


She is a monster among monsters.  Feared among the ancient ones, she has grown extraordinarily strong in only a handful of years.  Strength her brethren would have taken hundreds of years to acquire.


At The Throat of God

PANEL: 1:2

Raven enters the cathedral, swinging open both massive doors – not violently, but assertive, confident, & strong.  She faces us know as she enters.  She is a beautiful black woman fashionably dressed.


She was once mortal and a woman of faith.

PANEL: 1:3

A wooden confessional booth beautifully carved and lacquered stands off to one side of the cathedral.

An angel adorns the top while purple curtains hang on either side.  The center panel has a crucifix carved into it.


She has come to find what has been lost.

PAGE TWO:              SIX PANELS

There are three tiers here with two panels on each, which are of equal dimensions.

PANEL: 2:1

This is a right profile of Raven sitting in the confessional booth.  Her head is bowed forward.  The mesh screen is to her immediate left.  Perhaps we see the

silhouette of the priest on the other side.


Bless me Father, for I have sinned.  It has been six years since my last confession.

PANEL: 2:2

This is a head and shoulders front view of the priest sitting in the confessional. He is portly man in his mid fifties with salt and pepper hair and a kind face.


Peace be with you child.  Tell me what burdens you.

PANEL: 2:3

This is a head and shoulders front view of Raven sitting in the confessional.  We get a first glimpse of her fangs here.


I have killed – murdered many, Father.  I have drunk the blood of the innocent.

PANEL: 2:4

This is a head and shoulders front view of the priest sitting in the confessional.  Shock – dismay on his face.

PANEL: 2:5

This is a head and shoulders front view of Raven sitting in the confessional.  She is looking upward.  Blood tears beginning to come.


I am dammed, Father.  I suffer from the darkest of thirsts.  I have fallen, changed . . .

PANEL: 2:6

This is close on the priest’s hands clutching his rosary beads tight.  A crucifix dangles from the strand of beads.


There are three tiers here with two panels on first, two on the second, and one on the third.

PANEL: 3:1

This is a head and shoulders front view of Raven sitting in the confessional.  Blood tears streaming down her cheeks now.  Fangs bared – a creature in pain.


Why has God forsaken me?  Why, Father?

PANEL: 3:2

This is approaching a left profile view from the front as the priest turns and addresses the mesh screen to his right.


Child, God has not forsaken you.  He loves you no matter what you have done.  Redemption can be yours–

PANEL: 3:3

This panel is an insert overlaid panel 3:4 in the upper left corner.  It is close on Raven’s nose and mouth: bloodied cheeks, mouth open.



PANEL: 3:4

From a front head and shoulders view of both Raven and the priest, we see Raven punch through the mesh screen with her right arm and grab the priest by the throat.


He has forsaken me!


Please! Uuhg

PANEL: 3:5

The priest is being flung out of the confessional booth head first.  He is in the air, hands in front of him.  He is terrified.  The purple curtain flutters above the booth entrance he has been tossed from.  Raven’s arm extends towards us, from the booth entrance and mesh screen.




There are three tiers here with one panel taking up the first, two on the second tier, and one on the third tier.

PANEL: 4:1

This view is from behind the priest.  The priest is halfway between a supine position and seated position, propped up on his hands. His hands are splayed on the floor behind him.  Raven looms over him, reaching down on to him with one arm and grasping him by the collar.


I am a thing of the night – evil incarnate.  I hunger for human blood, Father.  And I take it.  I have taken so much of it, Father.


Wha-what is your name, de-demon?

PANEL: 4:2

This is a side view of Raven holding the priest off the ground by the throat.  She holds him in her right arm and looks up into his eyes.


Does God speak to you, Father?  What does he whisper to you about my kind?


Ple-please.  I c-can help.  An exexer-cis-cision.


Perhaps he does not speak to you anymore than he does me.

PANEL: 4:3

This is a side view of Raven and the priest below their chests.  We see Raven’s boots, pants, and overcoat and the

priest’s robes and his feet dangling above the floor.


Are you a fraud, Father?  Tell me, how God’s voice may be heard?  How he may hear me?



PANEL: 4:4

We are looking down upon Raven who is hunched over the priest, feeding upon him at his throat.  One of the priest’s hands clutches Raven’s shoulder.  His other limbs fumble about the floor.


If God may be heard, this man he was not the instrument.  He was a slave to ceremony and scripture, nothing more.


There are three tiers here with two panels on the first, two panels on the second and two panels on the third.


The night sky is nearly black with only a thin veil of midnight blue remaining as the sun sets behind a brick Tudor style mansion. Ivy is creeping up the left side of the building.  A wrought iron gate, framed by tall stone pillars on either side, stands across the driveway in front of the mansion.  Two figures soar with supernatural ease over the tall stone wall left of the house.  One figure is vaguely female.


Where KATHERINE MACPHERSON sleeps is secret to all – save the two who made her.


We are inside what could be a bank vault.  A coffin of impressive craftsmanship rests atop a marble slab.  Beyond the coffin, we see a massive circular vault door.  A rug, which is mostly hidden by this view, lays on the floor between the coffin and vault door.  In a far corner of the room there is a chest overflowing with antique trinkets.


Her lair is impenetrable to sunlight and mortals alike.

Panel: 5:3

This panel is an inset overlaid the top left of panel 5:4 and is short and wide.  This is close on Katherine’s eyes and bridge of her nose.  Her eyes are wide open as if suddenly awakened from sleep.


Cyrus – Salome!

PANEL: 5:4

This is the opposite view of panel 5:2 i.e. the vault door is now behind us.  The coffin is open and Katherine is rising out of it.  She is of good Scottish stock, beautiful with long wavy chestnut brown hair.  She is unalarmed by this intrusion; calm in fact.  Behind the coffin on the vault’s back wall hangs an artifact from her mortal life: a bronze crest of the Macpherson clan, perhaps over a tapestry woven in the clan’s tartan.


Why have you come?

PANEL: 5:5

Katherine faces the massive vault door, her back to us.  Her right hand is raised in front of the vault door.


Please join us, Katherine.


With a thought, the vault is opened.



PANEL: 5:6

Same angle as the previous panel, but from Katherine’s POV.  The vault door is wide open – outward.  CRYRUS and SALOME stand at the entrance.  Cyrus has Persian features, a powerful frame, and medium length bread.  He wears a dark overcoat over a pin stripe suit.  It is not hard to imagine him swinging a sword from the back of a chariot amidst a battlefield 3000 years ago.

Salome is petite with Mediterranean features and long curly black hair – eternally young and beautiful.  Her eyes are black – pupils indistinguishable – polished onyx.  Under her coat, she wears a short cut dress and knee high boots.

 Behind them we see the classical furniture and décor of Katherine’s home.


Katherine, thank you.  We must speak.


If this is about Raven–


Katherine, please. Come.


There three tiers here with two panels on the first, one on the second, and two panels on the third.

PANEL: 6:1

Here we are outside the vault.  The vault door remains open and to our left.  Cyrus and Katherine have just walked off out of view to the right.  Salome hesitates and looks back into Katherine’s lair (vault).


An excellent lair.  German?

 KATHERINE (Off Panel)


PANEL: 6:2

This panel is of the immediate right of the previous panel’s right border (6:1).  Katherine and Cyrus walk side by side to the right.  Salome enters the panel from the left.


I trust you slayed the mortals who constructed it.


We can talk outside on the patio.


Do you know where Raven is?


No.  And it is best that no one does.

PANEL: 6:3

This is a wide view from above.  We look down upon a long patio with a railing running along its length.  Perhaps we see the top of a hedge, ivy, or tree tops on the other side of the railing, giving away to darkness.  Keep the mansion’s Tudor style in mind here.  Our three characters sit around a small square table, each in a large chair.  Salome sits across from Katherine.  Cyrus sits to

Katherine’s left, between her and Salome and facing the railing.  Katherine is leaning forward in her chair, gesturing with one hand.


If you go after her again, she may very well incinerate the rest of us like match sticks.


What to do then?  We can’t have a threat like her looming over us.


Katherine, may I suggest you go to her.  Find out what her intentions are.  See if a truce is feasible.

 PANEL: 6:4

This is a front view of Katherine leaning forward in her chair, one elbow resting on a knee.  At the bottom of the panel a candle burns on the table in front of her.


Raven is mad.  She hates what she has become – what I made her.  She will in time destroy herself.  We must wait – she won’t last a century.  Until then, she must not be provoked.

PANEL: 6:5

This panel is focused on Salome sitting in her chair.  The angle is as if we were standing between Cyrus and Katherine, looking down upon Salome and the table.  Cyrus is visible in the lower left corner of the panel.


You sound so sure of yourself, Katherine.  We need to feel the same.  Will you go to her?  If only to confirm what you have told us tonight?


If her intentions are something else, we must know.


Here we have three tiers with one panel on each.

PANEL: 7:1

The point of view is over Katherine’s right shoulder and across the table at Salome. Cyrus is visible as well in his seat.


Very well.


Then, you will go to her?  You can see her as Cyrus and I see you?  You can find her?


I can.  She knows this too and hasn’t chosen to destroy me.

 PANEL: 7:2

We look directly at Cyrus in his chair. He leans toward his right, toward Katherine.  Salome now stands behind Cyrus, one hand reaching across his chest.


You are the only connection she has to anything now.  She will not harm you, unless you-


I will do this thing for us all, including Raven.  I do love you both and enough have burned already.


Too many, Katherine. Far too many

PANEL: 7:3

Here Cyrus and Katherine stand facing one another, Cyrus’ hand on her shoulder.  Salome stands on the railing taking in the night.


Then it is decided.  You are to be our emissary.  Come to London after you’ve seen her.  We thank you – we all thank

you.  This is no small task.


I will see you in London.


Travel well, Katherine.

PAGE EIGHT                FIVE PANELS 

Here we have three tiers and five panels.  The first panel takes up the first tier while there are two panels each on the second and third tiers.

PANEL: 8:1

This is an aerial view of the headquarters of the Society of Paranormal History and Investigation.  There is a large stone building surrounded by several smaller stone buildings.  A half full parking lot is near the center of the property.  The property is gated and surrounded by grasslands.  A wooded area can be seen some distance behind the compound.  A car travels up a gravel road which leads to the front gate.  This institution could be an old school or seminary.  It is mid day with overcast skies.


Northern England


The headquarters of the Society of Paranormal History and Investigation.

PANEL: 8:2

MURRAY BALDWIN – a white haired man in his early sixties -sits at a fine antique desk, his fingers dancing on a keyboard, his eyes on the flat screen in front of him.  He is slender and disheveled, shirt sleeves rolled up, tie loosened.  A cigarette burns in an ashtray on his desk.

ETHAN CUNNINGHAM approaches the desk.  At the left border of the panel we see his arm and hand.  He carries a file.


You know, there’s no smoking in here.

 PANEL: 8:3

Closer in on the desk.  Ethan’s hand tosses the file on to Murray’s desk.  The dossier reads: Kelly, David.

 MURRAY (Off Panel)

Special considerations – a perk for being older than the rule.

 ETHAN (Off Panel)

From our man in New York.

MURRAY (Off Panel)

What’s Angus have for us, then?

 PANEL: 8:4

This panel’s perspective is as if we were standing behind Murray’s chair.  Murray has picked up the file.  Ethan stands to the left of the desk.  He is a younger man, but not young: mid forties, heavy set, curly red hair and glasses.


A priest – monsignor David Kelly – was murdered inside Saint Patrick’s Cathedral two weeks ago.  His throat was torn open as if a wild animal had attacked him and his body was nearly devoid of blood at the morgue.

PANEL: 8:5

This panel is from Murray’s POV as he leans back in his chair and pours over the file.  A photograph of David Kelly’s body at the crime scene is attached on top of the autopsy report on the right side of the file, which partially obscures “Autopsy Report” at the top of the report.  We see a portion of Murray’s flat screen monitor over the top of the file.

 MURRAY (Off Panel)

A wound of this nature  – surely a man could bleed out quite quickly.

 ETHAN (Off Panel)

Except there was very little blood at the crime scene.

PAGE NINE                SIX PANELS 

This page has three tiers with two panels on each.  Panels one, three, and five are wide – approximately two thirds the width of the page.  They are read vertically as are panels two, four, and six.

PANEL: 9:1

This panel’s perspective is from Murray’s right.  He is still leaning back in his chair, the file in front of him, and looking up and to his left at Ethan.


S’pose the crime scene could’ve been anywhere.  Maybe the body was dumped there.


By whom, a rabid beast roaming Manhattan?


You think it’s paranormal?


Angus thinks it’s worth looking into.

PANEL: 9:2

We are above the clouds peering downward.  A stew of red and purple floods the clouds.  Rising from below is Raven, her arms outstretched from her sides, her face looking upward.  She is still some distance away.

PANEL: 9:3

This is an over the shoulder view – over Ethan’s right shoulder onto Murray at his desk.  Murray has turned in his seat to be square with Ethan.  Ethan’s head, neck, and right side of his face are visible at the left side of the panel.


Pretty sloppy work if it is – leaving a body drained of blood in a cathedral.  Our immortals friends are usually a little more discreet.




Right then, put ‘em on it.  Poor lad must be bored out of his bloody skull if he’s asking for an assignment.  We’ll see if anything else surfaces.

 PANEL: 9:4

This is the same perspective as panel two: we are above the clouds peering downward.  A stew of red and purple floods the clouds.  Raven, with her outstretched arms rises closer to us.  Raven’s looks upward at us, her fangs bared.

PANEL: 9:5

Murray leans back in his chair, the file still open in his lap.  Ethan stands to the left of the front of the desk.


What is the local press reporting on this?


Only that the priest was murdered.  Throat torn open and suffered massive blood loss. Nothing to indicate a supernatural predator.


Good.  Let’s keep it that way.

PANEL: 9:6

This is the same perspective as panel two and four.  Save Raven, has risen very close to us from the clouds below.  We could almost reach out and touch her now.  Her arms remain outstretched as if crucified and she looks upward at us, her fangs bared.


There are three tiers here, two panels on the first, two on the second, and two panels on the third.  Panels one and three are wider than panels two and four.

PANEL 10:1

Katherine, her back to us, crouches perched upon Saint Peters Basilica looking down into Saint Peters square, which is in fact circular.  There are a number of marble statues at the edge of the basilica.  Below is the square.  At its center is an obelisk with a crucifix at its top.  The square is surrounded on each side by roofed semi-circular structures with pillars on either side of them and lined with marble statues on their rooftops.  Across from this view, the square is open, which gives way to more buildings and the road leading up to the square.  It is night, but the square is well lit.  A reference photo of this view is easy to locate.


Vatican City


I have followed her here.  She must sense I am close as I feel her proximity.  Yet, she does not answer me.  Nor does she destroy me.


She allows me to approach.


Raven, answer me.

PANEL 10:2

This is close on an elderly man sleeping in bed.  He is mid to late seventies with white hair.


The Holy Father sleeps as all men do.

PANEL 10:3

This panel’s perspective is from the head of the bed.  Raven hovers in the air over the Pope, nearly face to face.  The Holy Father continues to sleep.


Tonight, however, he is not alone in his dreams.


Tonight, a creature of the night has come looking for the Holy artifact that will provide her an audience with God.


Where lies the Ark of the Covenant?  Tell me where the true Ark resides.

PANEL 10:4

This panel is a right profile of Raven hovering over the Holy Father. There is a balcony beyond the other side of the bed, its French doors ajar.  The Pope remains asleep.


No definitive answer comes – only possibilities.

PANEL 10:5

An aerial view of the Temple Mount and the Al Aksa Mosque, which sits atop the mount.  The golden dome of the mosque is prominent.


A secret chamber within Israel’s King Solomon’s temple, which lies beneath a medieval mosque.

PANEL 10:6

This is a front view of a small stone square church.  A long narrow widow is situated on either side of the entrance, each set in a turquoise frame.  A turquoise cross appears over the curtained entrance.  A small circular window appears above the turquoise cross.  Six steps lead up to the entrance.  A breaded dark skinned man stands in the entrance.  He wears a small black hat and simple robes.  Reference photos of this church are readily available.


Within the Church of Saint Mary of Zion in Ethiopia.


There are three tiers here with two panels on the first, one on the second, and two on the third.

PANEL: 11:1

Here Katherine appears standing between the open French doors off the patio from the Holy Father’s bedroom.


Hello Katherine.


Raven, release this mortal.

PANEL: 11:2

Raven now stands at the bedside of the Holy Father, leaning over him and touching his face.  This is Katherine’s POV.


Not to worry.  I am not here to harm him.  Only acquire information.

 KATHERINE (Off Panel)

He cannot he help you.

PANEL: 11:3

Raven walks down the opposite side of the four poster bed, gesturing to Katherine, who is visible to the right side of the panel.


Ah, such little faith, Katherine.  Perhaps he already has.


Then let us go.  We must speak.  The ancients–


The ancients.  Yes, of course.  They have sent you to find a vulnerability?  They would destroy me, if they only could.

PANEL: 11:4

Katherine anxiously looks upon the Holy Father, who still sleeps, unaware of the preternatural presence feet away.


They seek a truce, Raven.

PANEL: 11:5

Raven has come up behind Katherine and put her arm around her as they exit onto the patio.  Raven has turned toward Katherine, who looks forward.


Peace among the immortals.  Let us celebrate then.  We shall hunt the streets of Rome and warm on blood you will tell me of the ancients.

It good to see you again, Katherine.  I have so missed you.

The Blood of Cowards

The vampire, Lazarus Kalon, is on his way back to Atlanta to liberate his treasure before the city falls to Sherman’s army. Sick from a prolonged thirst, Lazarus, encounters three rebel deserters in the Appalachians. The vampire anti-hero closes in on the deserters, intending only to feed his thirst. Yet, Lazarus’is soon overcome by the supernatural awareness that one of these soldiers may be worthy of the immortal gift.

Now available in the Amazon Kindle store and on Smashwords and the ebook stores it distributes to e.g. Apple, Barnes & Noble, etc.

“Matt Cole’s prose is vividly poetic. The dark has never been so tantalizing.”

Ghost Drums

The vampire, Lazarus Kalon, is intent upon stealing the power of a shape shifter, a shaman of the Kwakiutl people. Yet, as Lazarus moves in on the shaman and the Kwakiutl village, another supernatural being comes into play, a demon with his own agenda for the Kwakiutl and who is very aware of Lazarus’ presence and intent.

Now, tormented by this supernatural being and the mystery of a haunted and deserted village, Lazarus must confront this demon and his own rationale for the shape shifter’s blood.

Now available in the Amazon Kindle store and on Smashwords and the ebook stores it distributes to e.g. Apple, Barnes & Noble, etc.

“Matt Cole’s prose is vividly poetic. The dark has never been so tantalizing.”

Abode of The Dammed

Now available on Amazon Kindle

The last thing Cole Sunger remembers is the trap door creaking open beneath his feet on the gallows of Arkwood Penitentiary. Now, Cole is awake – aware – in a frighteningly dark realm populated by demonic creatures. Utterly bewildered by his dark supernatural locale, Cole allies himself with two other damned souls, Clancy and Lucy and soon learns he has arrived in Hell amidst a demon uprising.

Cole’s only chance of escape is to reach a portal hidden within a cave in the Black Mountains – a portal that will lead him and his companions into the safety of another dimension.

Now available in the Amazon Kindle store and on Smashwords and the ebook stores it distributes to e.g. Apple, Barnes & Noble, etc.

“Matt Cole’s prose is vividly poetic.  The dark has never been so tantalizing.”