Cold House
Introduction by Jack Ketchum.
In a dark, strange city which may exist, in a time which may have been, in a cold, cold house as big as Cleveland, on streets the color of blood, among a thousand ghosts, and people who watch but barely speak, a man and a woman, separated by nightmare, search for each other and find an eternal winter, faces they do not recognize, love, torment, sacrifice.
The people in this city are everywhere this morning. Thousands of them moving through the streets like a river, flowing here and flowing there, in pink and brown and gray, in and out of the townhouses, in and out of the row-houses.
And so quiet. I open the window and I can’t hear a thing. Such a great moving mass should at least produce a breeze. They’re like blood flowing.
"I loved Michael and he loved me, and the question is, do we still love each other even though one of us is dead?"
T. M. Wright
Terrance Michael Wright (aka T. M. Wright) is best known as a writer of horror fiction, speculative fiction, and poetry. He has written over 25 novels, novellas, and short stories over the last 40 years. His first novel, 1978's Strange Seed, was nominated for a World Fantasy Award, and his 2003 novel Cold House was nominated for a Bram Stoker Award. His novels have been translated into many different languages around the world. His works have been reviewed by Kirkus Reviews, Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, Booklist, and many genre magazines.
T. M. Wright has also written books under the pseudonym of F. W. Armstrong.