From the Author
There are houses like this all over the world. Most people only know of them from whispered stories over campfires; tall tales told to scare the unwary. But some, those who suffer, some know better. They are drawn to the places where what ails them can be eased.
If you have the will, the fortitude, you can peer into another life, where the dead are not gone, where you can see that they thrive and go on, in the dreams that stuff is made of.
In this one you'll find a hurricane, a scrimshaw chess set, a derelict boatyard, beer, cigarettes, a Newfoundland fishing town, more beer, sigils, totems, a ouija board and an old whaler, going to rot...among other things.
We went through a hurricane here a few years ago, and this story was sparked off by some of the mayhem the force of nature left behind. So there's that, a lifelong love for interesting chess sets, and a look at another facet of my ongoing Sigils and Totems mythos (see the link under the book cover for more details of that.)
But it's mainly about getting older, and friendships lost, and found again in dire circumstances.