A husband hell-bent on revenge hunts a wereshark. A Russian mail-order bride has a fishy secret. Drawing on horror, humor with a helping of dark fantasy, and a touch of deviance, these 19 stories pay homage to the monsters that lurk in the murky waters of imagination.

Dead men tell tales. From the corpse factories of World War I, where graveyard rats sharpen their teeth on human bones to the wind-blown cemeteries of the prairie where resurrection comes at an unspeakable price...from the compound of a twisted messianic cult leader and his army of zombies to a post-apocalyptic wasteland where all that stands between the living and the evil dead is sacrifice in the form of a lottery. Dead men do tell tales. And these are their stories. Zombie Pulp is a collection of 9 short stories and 2 never before published novellas from the twisted undead mind of Tim...

Vietnam 1970. A green hell where death waits behind every tree, in every pooling shadow, and in every mist-haunted hollow. Boobytraps and bullets, landmines and rockets. Mike McKinney went to write about the war, about the terror and frustrations, soldiers and people and a landscape forever altered by the conflict...but he ran across something even worse: a primeval horror straight out of the darkest Vietnamese folklore. A monstrosity that stalks human heads among the twisted, jungled hills of the Central Highlands. Now it is hunting him. And nothing can stop it.

Nearly 200 years ago they turned Cobton into a graveyard. They rose from the darkness and drained it dry, feeding off its citizens, one by one by one, their terrible thirst sparing no one. The village was shunned as cursed ground, its tall, narrow houses fell to decay. The Resurrection. Now the haunted ruins of Cobton have been rebuilt as a tourist trap. A TV crew descends on it one cold winter night and is trapped there by a howling blizzard that shuts them off from the world. And in the subterranean, charnel darkness below...the evil is reawakening, ancient hungers renewed. The Colony is...

Be quiet. Very quiet. Don't scream. They can't see you, but they can hear you. And they're coming. Knocking at doors and reaching through windows, hungry to incinerate anything that moves, anything that breathes. Born in a searing hellstorm of radioactive dust, they own the night and if they touch you, they'll burn the flesh from your bones. Listen. They're coming now. Don't even whisper. And don't scream.

Five years of hell. Day after day, Nathan Partridge endured the dehumanizing, brutal conditions of the Arizona Territorial Prison until he became more animal than man. He kept his sights on his parole, his loving wife, and $80,000 in robbery money he had hidden. Then his house burned down and his wife disappeared in the flames. He busted out to get his money, only it's gone. And only his wife knew where it was hidden. Now he's after her. And on his trail are desperate manhunters, the worst criminal scum of the Territories as well as one dogged, relentless federal marshal and two deranged...

Inmitten eines wunderschonen Sommers, in einer ruhigen Wohngegend, lauert ein fernes Ubel, das darauf wartet, auf die nichtsahnenden Bewohner herabzustossen. Zuerst kommen die pulsierenden Lichter, dann heftiger Regen, starker Wind und schlussendlich bringt ein kompletter Stromausfall absolute Dunkelheit. Aber das ist nur der Anfang ... Als die peitschenden, schwarzen Tentakel vom Himmel fallen und wahllos Menschen packen und nach oben in die Finsternis reissen, mussen die Bewohner vom Piccamore Way die entsetzliche Wahrheit entdecken, was diese Wesen mit der menschlichen Spezies vorhaben....