If you now subscribe to my newsletter, you’ll instantly receive a free ebook of my short story collection, Quintessence of Dust. It’s a painless process, and as mentioned in my previous post, I won’t be spamming every hour of the day. So to get the free Kindle book, simply click on this link – I want to subscribe and get my free book – Then, just enter your email and submit. You’ll be directed to a page where the download will commence. It’s that easy!

Ah, yes, but I hear you asking; “Is Quintessence of Dust really worth me sharing my email?”

Here’s the blurb and you make up your own mind:

Quintessence of Dust delivers a world where the Minotaur exists in modern society, drinks in bars and is scared of the dark. Where to lose memories and extract all the pain you’ve brought on others is easily achieved by pulling twine from your rectum. It is a world where the Devil is an old man digging a hole to Hell in his garden, and romance is nurtured by spearing an umbrella through the chest of a winged demon. Here, there are talking camels, and should you ever want to crawl back into the womb and begin a fresh, birth can be reversed. Wishes can be granted, ugly can be erased, and those without ardor or enthusiasm can be nymphomaniacs by pinning a photograph upon a wall. In this world the girth of a neck can bring on suicide, sleep can summon death and people can live within the inner ear canal of others. The streets are always crimson. People are broken. Lust is a commodity measured out in chocolate, and love is lost more than it is conquered.

In this world, the dust bites and never settles.

Here’s the link to Goodreads too, which will give you a fair idea of what other people thought of it. Even if Quintessence of Dust doesn’t float your boat, by subscribing you’ll receive information about my books, promotions and news before anyone else.

Thanks for your support. Stay safe. Craig

My Heart Can’t Beat Unless You Tell It To.

Damn. I didn’t know what to expect when I went into this movie. Shot in a restrictive aspect ratio, you instantly feel the claustrophobia experienced by the family the movie orbits. There’s no spoilers here. Thomas is a vampire being cared for by his sister and brother, Jessie and Dwight. The story is a slow burn, but it tenders a glimpse into the practicalities of having to feed someone whose diet consists on blood alone. Picking up hobos to drain them is a nightly occurrence, and the only form of entertainment is via karaoke, or playing guess that tune on a organ, a musical instrument faithful to the horror genre. The banality of their existence, combined with a lack of visible fangs, leaves you wondering whether Thomas actuality is a vampire, or just a victim himself, trapped and forced to feed from the throats of vagrants by a sister suffering with Munchhausen.

In attempt to connect with someone outside their sick little family unit, Dwight turns to a sex worker and dreams of running away. But Jessie, the matriarch, keeps pulling him back to the life they’ve become accustomed to. And while you feel for each sibling, and understand their motives and aspirations, it’s Thomas that truly steals your heart. Sheltered from life outside his home, he covets the simple things like school and friends. And in a sweet, but creepy scene, we witness Thomas clumsily engaging with a kid his age. Actor Owen Campbell pulls off that Boo Radley come Sheldon Cooper with aplomb. In one moment you want to hug him, and in the next, run a mile. The tension builds slowly. Maybe too slow for some. But the ending, should you make it that far, will pierce your heart like a wooden stake.

Attic Archives

Photo by Mika Baumeister

I should explain that I don’t have a bookcase at home. I have a shelf where I put my most recent reads, but I incarcerated all my rare first editions and collectibles in yellow straight jackets in the attic. Visitation rights are limited, but I sometimes go up there and allow them some air from time to time.

This batch was purchased back when Will Christopher Baer made up one of the Holy Trinity of writers in a forum I frequented named The Velvet. The Poe Trilogy begins with Kiss Me Judas, then Penny Dreadful, and finally Hell’s Half Acre. I have the last book in the series, but presumably it’s in a different box skulking in the attic shadows with other works from Craig Clevenger and Stephen Graham Jones, the final two in the aforesaid Trinity.

Living in the U.K. meant getting hold of signed U.S. first editions was hard back in the early 2000s. Unprotected proofs were even harder. But it proves when you love a writer’s work, you’ll sell your soul to the Devil to peel back the pages and hear the gentle cracking of spine. Will’s writing is wrenched from a place few dare to venture. He fleshes out his characters with hearts as dark as the words printed on the page they occupy, and long after you put the book down, you’ll hear it calling out to you again and again. Even some 20 years later. The Poe trilogy stands as one of the most influential Noir series of its time, and Will carved such a deep impression into many of us fledging writers that to this day the scar tissue still reminds us we can always be better.

If you can, go find a copy of Kill Me Judas. It’ll stay with you. And I recommend reading it in the bath, one filled with ice-cold water.

A few rarities by Stephen. For those who loved MY HEART IS A CHAINSAW, seek out DEMON THEORY, a kind of precursor to that horror homage he writes so well. This annotated signed copy is one of my favourite books by Stephen. I landed it after hand delivering a limited edition of Conan the Barbarian to Stephen’s then agent in Soho, New York. If you want to curry favour with Stephen, Conan is the way to go.

ALL MY BEAUTIFUL SINNERS was probably my first foray into his work. I recall reading it whilst wearing surgical gloves because my hands were sweating and ink was bleeding into my skin from the backboards. Someone really needs to reissue that book. It sits more in the thriller genre, but still has that unique Jones voice.

This may have escaped most of you, but Chemical Pink blew up for a while due to the rumour that Chuck Palahniuk was going to write the screenplay and David Fincher was going to direct. I know! So, what’s so good about this book that two masters of their associated disciplines gravitate to it?

Blurb: “Aurora Jeanine Johnson is an unwed mother from Savannah, Georgia, desperate to sculpt a new life–and a new body–in California, where the quest for the perfect butt or bicep reaches religious intensity. Spending every spare moment training at the gym, Aurora is barely getting by–until she meets the man who will offer her everything she most desires. Charles Worthington is a wealthy eccentric, rich enough to indulge his every decadent whim and fantasy. Aurora is his sexual ideal, the raw material from which he will shape his masterpiece. He will transform Aurora into the woman of his dreams–and fantasies–no matter the cost. To achieve their common goal, Aurora hands over complete control of her life to Charles. He dictates her diet, her lifestyle, her training–and when and how much she’ll take of the body-altering drugs he “prescribes” for her. He decides whom she sees and where she goes. And what kinky games of his own devising they will play. For Aurora, everything that Charles asks is a small price to pay to become the woman she’s always dreamed of being. Or is it? Chemical Pink is a gothic duet that explores the boundary between obsession and pathology.”

This book is bonkers in all the best ways. The detail and research is unmatched, and Arnoldi’s voice strong throughout. I got to see Palahniuk at a reading of GUTS in the U.K. back in the early 2000s. I asked him what was happening with the adaptation. He said Fincher was struggling to get it off the ground because his last movie didn’t do well (Panic Room). I often wonder what Fincher’s vision of Chemical Pink would have been like. I guess I’ll never know.

Every now and then a writer comes along that leaves you in complete reverence. Craig Clevenger is one of those writers. Contortionist’s Handbook, Craig’s debut novel, landed around 2002 (cripes, has it been 20 years?!). At the time, it was spoken about in the same way music lovers speak of The Clash’s London Calling, or The Stooges’s Raw Power – something that will resonate and influence for many years. I discovered it when Chuck Palahniuk proclaimed it as one of the best books of the past decade. That comment, and further endorsements by Irvine Welsh, and Donnie Darko Director Richard Kelly, helped propel Craig to the upper echelon of contemporary writers. The Handbook was everything and more. Craig’s technical knowledge surrounding a forger running from his past left me breathless. As a writer starting out, reading his prose was like taking a masterclass in show, not tell, and how to avoid the dreaded “I” often tethered to first person narrative. Believe me, no matter how well you research for a book, Craig will have you beat.

The release of Dermaphoria saw him return to the streets of LA and its seedy underbelly of drug rings, broken characters, and mysterious women. It was also adapted into a movie staring Ron Perlman in 2014. The photo is a first edition of said book. Many moons ago I approached Craig to see if he would sign the books. His correspondence back was as beautifully penned as his prose. He even offered to pay for the shipping back. I never took him up on it. Not because I didn’t want the books signed, but because I was afraid they’d get lost in Shanghai, or some long forgotten port in the back end of postal Hell. I had hoped that one day a book tour would be in the offing for Craig, and I could hand my copies to him personally. I’m still hopeful that day will happen.

If you get the chance, seek out everything Craig has produced. He also runs online workshops (Goleta Valley Library) where he helps new writers navigate the literary speed bumps many fail to scale. And at time of writing this, they’re free.

Scream if You Want to Go Faster

With every ear to the ground (hopefully that phrase is still politically correct), keeping something secret these days on the Internet is akin to understanding what’s politically correct and what isn’t. But with recent movies like James Bond’s No Time to Die, and Spider-Man: No Way Home, it proves that embargoes, and just plain old-fashioned decency, are still rife within the movie loving community, and as such, those pesky spoilers remain, for the most part, unspoilt. That said, I have not checked every No Time to Die review posted to see if any expose the truth to why James Bond’s social calendar is so choke-full that even a heart attack isn’t in the offing. That I went into that movie knowing nothing of the ending means the moral compass is still steadily guiding many. Thank god. This leads me (using said compass) to Scream 2022.

Having loved the original, being strangely impressed with the sequel, left indifferent and nonplus to what happened in the third, and horrified more by the hairstyles in the fourth than the gore, I didn’t know where the fifth instalment (without Wes Craven behind the wheel) was heading. Fortunately, one of my favourite movies of recent years is the horror comedy (horroredy?) Ready or Not, directed by Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett. The aforesaid directors got the Scream gig, but in doing so had some big boots to fill. And with a hardcore fan base thirsty for blood, and not just that issued by Ghostface, it had every chance of being a poisoned chalice. So, having cajoled by family into watching Spider-Man for the second time, I slipped into the next cinema to watch Scream, leaving my expectations, and Ghostface mask, at the door.

Going back to my original point – how do you keep a who-dun’it-spoiler-infested movie secret and still talk about what worked and what didn’t? It’s difficult, I can tell you that. I have written this paragraph five times because I keep leaning into spoilers, and though I’m champing at the bit to talk about another movie that came out a couple of years back that, had I not seen it, would have made the end of 5cream (screw it. I’m using it) a much more jaw-dropping experience because of poor “casting”, I can’t talk about that movie because it’s a fricking big spoiler! Okay, maybe I overstated the term “jaw-drop”. 5cream doesn’t reinvent the wheel. There’s a formula used in the franchise that leaves your mouth less agape and more twisted with cynicism. But that’s by the by. What I’m getting at is the first rule of spoiler free reviews is that you can’t talk about the spoilers, but when your decision to give the movie a respectful, albeit average, rating of three stars, you feel you’re doing a disservice to the franchise, the directors, and the legacy that is Wesley of Craven.

But what can you tell us, Craig?

I’d suggest re-watching the original. It’s not too dissimilar to 5cream. In fact, I recall JJ Abrams getting a lot of flack for Force Awakens because it didn’t move too far from the New Hope tree. I present this example as exhibit A in the trial of Bettinelli-Olpin and Gillett versus the horror geeks. When picking up a huge franchise beloved by fans aplenty all waiting to see Ghostface again, are you really going to shake that tree to see is something fresh falls out? No, keep it simple. Borrow from the master and put a slight twist on it. Call it an homage to the original. Say you’re respecting the spirit of Wes. But what you’re seeing play out before your eyes when you watch Scream 2022 is no different from the three sequels (or dare I say it… go on, I dared myself… Scary Movie). Moving on swiftly. Direction was competent. It felt that Bettinelli-Olpin and Gillett were trying to avoid horror tropes as if it was a dose of COVID. Case in point – composition. We all know if a character opens the bathroom medicine cabinet, sure enough when they close it, in the reflection will be the killer standing behind them. There is one scene in 5cream where such tropes were avoided on at least three occasions. Presumably this was done to lure us into a false sense of security and build some much needed tension, which it did, but inevitably, as with all Slashers, there has to be a confrontation. So as much as you dodge the fat stinking trope of a jump scare, it’s coming (ready or not). That said, it was noticeable enough I had to give them props for trying. Casting was a big one for me, but I can’t talk about it for at least another five years, so I’ll set a reminder on my phone and come back to amend this blog to include why it irked me so.

In short, 5scream didn’t break the mould. It just recast it. Is that bad thing? Yes and no. Ardent fans get their Ghostface fix. There’s plenty of gore to turn a butcher’s stomach, and it ensures Bettinelli-Olpin and Gillett get to do another movie of their choosing, which I’m all for. Will I remember who the killer is in ten years? No. Will I care? No. But will I watch it again? Most probably.

The Big 50!

Checked in on Goodreads recently and saw HUMAN TENDERLOIN had hit 50 reviews, with an average overall rating of 4.5 out of 5. Thank you so much to those who have read the book and posted up a rating/review. It doesn’t take long to leave a review, but it truly makes a difference.

“These stories don’t just leave you moving through the world differently, they leave you moving through your own head differently. And don’t look behind yourself, either. There may just be bloody footprints.” Stephen Graham Jones, author of My Heart is a Chainsaw.

“Human Tenderloin features a wide range of stories from old school in-your-face horror to quiet dread-fueled chamber pieces. Through it all Wallwork infuses a uniquely absurd, macabre sense of humor as well as a sense of the humane. Bon appetite.” Paul Tremblay, author of A Head Full of Ghosts and Survivor Song.

“These stories will slice through the skin, slip into your bloodstream, and shape your nightmares.” – Tyler Jones, author of Criterium and Almost Ruth.

“Craig Wallwork’s Human Tenderloin will carve new paths in your heart. Straight through the meat, to dark pockets you didn’t even know were there. It will change your emotional geography, and there’s no changing back.” -Sarah Read, Bram Stoker Award-Winning author of The Bone Weaver’s Orchard.

“There is a dark immediacy to the worlds within this collection – a bony finger beckoning us into Wallwork’s haunted mind. A compelling blend of bleakness, grief, horror and hope.” – Laurel Hightower, author of Crossroads and Whispers in the Dark.

“Wallwork has the ability to crawl inside your head and deliver the horror of his tales in such a beautiful way. He chills with the art of a preying mantis, oh so calm before administering the killing bite.” – Beverley Lee, author of The Ruin of Delicate Things.

Nip and Tuck

Editing is that stage where you have a big lump of a story, one grotesquely malformed and freakishly repulsive, and it’s time to whittle away the imperfections and smooth out the edges. Depending on how well you write that first draft, this part of the process can just be as protracted as conceiving the book. That said, I pretty much edit as I go. It slows the writing down a little, but the first draft is as near to the final product as I can get it. Incidentally, I also hate sitting down and having to write a fresh chapter. Cold starting sucks the life out of me, so I sometimes hold back on finishing one chapter until the next writing session. The novel I’m working on in these photos is the final Tom Nolan book in my detective horror thriller series. Unlike a standalone book, I need to revisit previous editions to make sure everything tallies up. That, added with the general grammatical vacuuming, and this is taking a tad longer than usual. So much so, I lost track of time yesterday and my son came in asking if I was ready to play Cluedo.

What did I do?

I downed tools. Regardless of what I’m doing, or how frustrating it is, or even how desperate I am to get it finished, I make time for others. Work will always be there. That’s not to say family will.

The Journey

As far back as I remember, I always wanted to be a gangster… I mean, movie director.

I pursued it for a while too. Left art college. Enrolled in film school. Worked as an Assistant Director on a Anglo German movie that had a limited run in this cool art house cinema in the city. Got to chat with Vanessa Redgrave who watched one of my short films. Enrolled in television school. Landed a job as a corporate television editor for nine years. But what I realised during all this time was, the cool indie filmmakers didn’t inherit scripts, they wrote their own, and as good as I was on the visual side of things, I lacked any real chops in writing. So, I snagged an old Sharp typewriter from a family member (this was before laptops were the tool of choice) and set about writing a script. It sucked. I knew nothing about narrative structure, and writing dialogue. I couldn’t afford any classes, so I started reading everything from scripts to classic literature. That’s when I fell in love with the power of words.

Some twenty years later, I’m still writing, trying to create that masterpiece. People say my books would transition well to the screen. Now you know why. It’s been a strange, but wonderful journey. Whatever the form, books, movies, song, just absorb it all in because you never know where it’s going take you. I didn’t. And I still don’t.

The Unholy Trinity

I’m going to forewarn you. If you’re squeamish, especially around anything surgically related, then perhaps refrain from scrolling too far down. However, if you’re of a disposition where the sight of a few metal clips holding together a large incision will not put you off your cornflakes, then read on!

Are we good? Okay, then let’s begin…

First, this blog goes out a couple of days before that jolly fat guy in his red suit squeezes down your chimney to bestow a plethora of gifts that a) you probably didn’t want, and b) don’t need. But as the saying goes, it’s the thought that counts. And if that was true, telling your loved ones that you “thought” about buying them gifts, but decided instead to invest the money in a cinema ticket to see the new Matrix movie wouldn’t be cause for an argument, nor threats that the turkey won’t be the only thing getting stuffed this Christmas. All that said, it is a time for giving. And what better gift than an exclusive on the new Tom Nolan novel (see points A and B above for the correct reaction to that question)?

Back in 2020, I wrote a horror/thriller novel similar in style to movies and books like Se7en, The Silence of the Lambs, and Angel Heart. That book was titled Bad People. It had some favourable reviews on release, all of which prompted me to set about writing the sequel, Labyrinth of Dolls, which was released in the same year! Arthritic fingers? Yes, please! In late 2020, I began the third, and final, chapter in the Tom Nolan series, but gave up following some family issues that demanded time and emotion. I didn’t pick up the project again until around October. I had previously committed 20k words, 5k of which were terrible. And because I rarely outline my novels, I had to recall from memory the narrative I believed would work. I set a goal. Before the end of Christmas 2021, the last book would be done. I can tell you now, from October to November, writing about Nolan’s pursuit to bring down that crazy underground cult was akin to passing a kidney stone (or so I imagine). It was a slow, agonising venture. But around mid-November, something just clicked. All the pieces fell into place. I felt like Nolan, solving a grand mystery that has haunted me for a long time. Blood was shed in equal quantity to tears. Not mine, the characters in the book. Though I don’t mind admitting, I did tear up myself toward the end. On December 22nd, the first draft was complete. I had also found a title that fitted perfectly, albeit one my tongue struggled with, and one I’m sure I’ll regret during future interviews on podcasts.

I won’t go into too much detail about the plot in this letter, save to say this final book links all the other books together, and ties things up in a big, bloody bow. I will add this, if you’ve not already done so, read my other novel that was released in 2020 titled, Heart of Glass. It exists in the same world Nolan and the Brethren live within, and the more you know about its two main characters (Jack Glass and his girlfriend Prudence) the greater the experience will be when the new book is released.

So, are you ready for the artwork?

Yes? Good. Here you go…

For those curious, here’s the definition of Apotheosis. The examples given serve the narrative well.

1. The highest point in the development of something; a culmination or climax.

2. A formal statement that a person has become a god.

The artwork featured here is to offer a glimpse only into the book’s theme, and isn’t meant to represent the book cover. That’ll come later. What do you think? Let me know. I’m always thrilled when people get in touch. Drop me a message at paperbackwriter72@gmail.com

Thank you again for all your support. I hope you’re excited as I am to the release of Apotheosis, but for now, allow me to extend to you, and your family, my deepest best wishes for this imminent Holiday season, and remember, however bad that present is, just smile and exchange it in the sales.


Black Friday Deal Time!

I’ll keep this brief because I’m sure you’re all busy taking advantage of the current deals on the internet, but in keeping with the tradition of lowering prices, I’m giving away for free the first book in the Tom Nolan thriller/horror series of books called, Bad People. You may already have the book, and hopefully loved it, but if you haven’t, then please jump into either of these hyperlinks to snatch your free copy now. U.K. versionU.S. version. If you have already got it, and loved it, then please pass on the news to anyone with a penchant for dark thrillers in the style of Se7en and The Silence of the Lambs. Thanks for supporting Indie publishing and their writers. Best wishes, Craig. 

Halloween Madness

It’s been a crazy couple of months. I’ve been having ongoing issues with hypersensitivity in one tooth due to bruxism, something that’s left me with a nagging ache in my jaw that’s hell-bent on waking me up around 3am every morning. The only bonus I’ve found while waiting for the painkillers to kick in is I’m able to engage with people in different time zones to help promote HUMAN TENDERLOIN, something I couldn’t normally do because I’d be fast asleep. You have to look for the positives, right? I also recently underwent a routine colonoscopy.

I promise not to go into the details, suffice it to say if you’re due one, or reticent to have one because you’ve read and heard horror stories about the pain, don’t be worried. I had the same reservations and the procedure was painless. And I’m thankful I had it too because they removed numerous polyps (diminutive) that may have (had I left them unchecked) turned nasty. So yes, prevention is always the best cure and easiest way to fight cancer. So health issues aside, why am I writing this?

Because it’s the season of all things dark and horrific (I know, I promised I wouldn’t talk about my colonoscopy so I won’t), I’m here to let you know that from now and until October 31st, HUMAN TENDERLOIN is free on Kindle. It’s a great opportunity to pick up this collection of horror stories that Stephen Graham Jones claims is “Wonderfully damaging” without shelling out a dime, or whatever the lowest currency value is in your country. So please take advantage. Why am I encouraging you to do this and potentially losing out on money? Easy. If I get a lot of people downloading it, the book rises higher in the Kindle rankings. If it goes that, it may even end up in the top ten of its associated genre. If that happens, it means more eyes on my work. So yes, this proves there’s never a true selfless act in the world kids.

Dark Fusion Podcast

Last week I had the opportunity to be the guest on DARK FUSION podcast where I got to talk with writers, Shane Keene, Beverley Lee, and Stephanie Ellis on such subjects as horror (obvs), cannibals, how Hitler destroyed John Fante’s career, what book I love but everyone hates, the process of writing, Midnight Mass, and various other things. Thanks to the team for being so generous in their review of Human Tenderloin and for not probing too deeply (I know! I said I wouldn’t talk about my colonoscopy!).

Reviews are coming through for the book too. Goodreads average rating on 26 reviews thus far is 4.5 out 5 stars, and I just had word from Mother Horror herself, Sadie Hartmann, that it’ll feature in a forthcoming edition of the U.K.’s number one horror magazine, SCREAM. I can’t be more thrilled.

So for now, can I encourage you to stop reading this blog and click on the below links, snag yourself a free copy of Human Tenderloin, and delve into my very dark heart. If after doing so you’ve not been committed to a mental hygiene facility (is that still the PC term?), please drop a review on Amazon, Goodreads, your own blogs, or just write it on the back of a toilet door and forward the photo. Until then, thank you for your continued support, and never fear the reaper nor the colonoscopy department.



Human Tenderloin is Served

Today sees the release of my new horror short story collection HUMAN TENDERLOIN. With art work by revered horror photographer Thomas G Anderson, and author endorsements by Stephen Graham Jones, Paul Tremblay, Laurel Hightower, Sarah Read, Beverley Lee and Tyler Jones, I couldn’t have wished for a better start to this book. I’ll drop the blurb below and links, but if you’re looking for a horror read this October, I’d be thrilled if you added this to the list of possible maybes.

Blurb: A prematurely ageing girl learns to fly during the end of the world. A husband makes the ultimate sacrifice for his dying wife. Two brothers endure a rainstorm that lasts five years. A father tries to save his daughter from a sleeping epidemic. A man books into a hotel where the guests check in but never check out. A group of fine-dining cannibals worry where their next meal will come from. And a grieving mother goes in search of ghosts in a haunted house.

Human Tenderloin is a collection of horror stories with heart. Some will goose the skin. Others will leave you bloated with terror. But each one will stay with you.

“These stories don’t just leave you moving through the world differently, they leave you moving through your own head differently. And don’t look behind yourself, either. There may just be bloody footprints.” Stephen Graham Jones, author of My Heart is a Chainsaw.

“Human Tenderloin features a wide range of stories from old school in-your-face horror to quiet dread-fueled chamber pieces. Through it all Wallwork infuses a uniquely absurd, macabre sense of humor as well as a sense of the humane. Bon appetite.” Paul Tremblay, author of A Head Full of Ghosts and Survivor Song.

“These stories will slice through the skin, slip into your bloodstream, and shape your nightmares. Craig Wallwork is your curator and guide through this wonderfully macabre gallery of sharp tales. Ranging from the tragic to the mythic, to the heartbreaking and horrific, this collection is sure to leave you unsettled.” – Tyler Jones, author of Criterium and Almost Ruth.

“Craig Wallwork’s Human Tenderloin will carve new paths in your heart. Straight through the meat, to dark pockets you didn’t even know were there. It will change your emotional geography, and there’s no changing back.” -Sarah Read, Bram Stoker Award-Winning author of The Bone Weaver’s Orchard.

“There is a dark immediacy to the worlds within this collection – a bony finger beckoning us into Wallwork’s haunted mind. A compelling blend of bleakness, grief, horror and hope.” – Laurel Hightower, author of Crossroads and Whispers in the Dark.

“Wallwork has the ability to crawl inside your head and deliver the horror of his tales in such a beautiful way. He chills with the art of a preying mantis, oh so calm before administering the killing bite.” – Beverley Lee, author of The Ruin of Delicate Things.