In the dead of night, there are footsteps in the hall...
In the dead of night, your past mistakes will haunt you...
In the dead of night, you hear a discordant tune...
In the dead of night, the nightingale sings...
Simon Strantzas, master of the subtle and the bizarre, returns with a dozen
strange tales and eerie mysteries. From the shores of a remote
oil-stained sound to deep within the familiar heart of suburbia, these
are the songs of broken people who cannot find a way to fix themselves,
who must search the dark for salvation. Like a siren, the nightingale
sings them onward to face their end. But it sings for you too. A requiem in your honor. Because, for you, it is already too late.
Contents:
- In the Nightingale, Waiting for the Curtain to Rise, an Introduction by John Langan
- Out of Touch
- Her Father’s Daughter
- The Deafening Sound of Slumber
- Unreasonable Doubt
- Tend Your Own Garden
- The Nightingale
- Pale Light in the Jungle
- An Indelible Stain upon the Sky
- Something New
- Mr. Kneale
- Everything Floats
- When Sorrows Come
- Afterword
"Nightingale Songs is a dark gem. Strantzas demonstrates once again why he is so highly regarded amongst
connoisseurs of the macabre and the fantastic." — Laird Barron
"Simon Strantzas displays a gift for evoking disturbing atmospheres and
creating odd, frightening encounters with the uncanny.." — Lisa Tuttle
"He does not show you the gate to this new Golden Age of weird fiction that is upon us, but leads you through it." — Joseph S. Pulver
"Strantzas deftly establishes ordinary and seemingly innocuous situations that
spin out of the characters' control and always end with an uneasy sense
of menace, even when their resolution is ambiguous or cryptic." — Publishers Weekly
"Like the subtly disquieting
locations in which they take place — a suburban house obscured by weeds
and dark butterflies, the basement of a former home grown suddenly
unfamiliar, a sleep clinic where the patients never meet — Simon
Strantzas’ elegant stories worry at the reader’s sense of certainty. The songs they sing won’t comfort you. But you will remember them." — Glen Hirshberg