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Dastardly Damsels
Crystal Lake Publishing 10/11/2024
A transcendental anthology of women in horror, altering all you know by revamping traditional lore while exploring the unfathomable and the obscure.
Prepare yourself for a harrowing journey through Dastardly Damsels, an anthology that redefines horror with a powerful lineup of female authors. This collection dares to explore the darkest corners of the human psyche and the supernatural, presenting a diverse range of chilling narratives that will captivate and unsettle you.
From the Victorian Era’s haunted secrets to futuristic global disasters, Dastardly Damsels serves up an array of stories that blend psychological fear with mythological intrigue. Dive into tales of revenge with a twist, where women wield dark powers and confront terrifying entities, from cannibalistic horrors to vengeful ghosts. Experience the suspense of a secretive stripper turned avenger, a gladiatrix with a taste for brutality, and a peculiar elevator with a sinister personality.
Each story promises a unique thrill—whether it’s the heart-stopping tension of a final girl like no other or the unsettling aftermath of witchcraft gone awry. The anthology’s gothic and steampunk elements enhance its eerie atmosphere, while the psychological twists ensure that each page turn brings a new shock.
If you’re ready for a blend of suspense and horror narratives that push the boundaries of traditional lore, Dastardly Damsels is your ticket to an unforgettable reading experience.
Proudly represented by Crystal Lake Publishing—Tales from the Darkest Depths.
Excerpt
“No way!”
Walter sprawled in the lunchroom’s uncomfortable plastic chair, his legs splayed like a newborn colt. “Way,” he said, and grinned, a smile full of teeth and trouble.
I gave him a skeptical look as the original speaker, Bram, shook his head.
“You’re full of shit,” Bram said, and Walter’s smile widened.
“Dude, I saw it. For myself.” He gestured to the remaining tables. “He was bleeding like crazy. Don’t go upstairs. They’re going to have to pay someone extra to clean it up.”
My eyes went to where Rich would be sitting, but his chair was empty. To the left was the small clique of Indian IT folks; the ones who were based locally, and not in India. They chattered among themselves in whatever language they spoke, ignoring the remainder of the tables.
A new person had joined the group a few weeks ago.
To my surprise it had been a woman.