CRUELTY HAS SHIPPED!

Good news! All pre-orders for CRUELTY: Episodes One – Five (Signed Limited Edition) have been dropped at the post office. Your tracking information should update tomorrow, if not later today, and then you can follow your package’s progress through Paypal.

 

Those of you in the US should expect your books in the next 2-9 business days. Those of you in the UK, Japan, Germany, and Australia should see your copies in two weeks.

 

Thank you for for making this pre-order such a huge success! There will be plenty more to come. The next one on the docket is Bay’s End (Signed Limited Edition Hardcovers). Pre-order for those should start toward the end of August.

 

E.

Sneak Peek at “The Scare Rows” by Edward Lorn

They came in the middle of the night, to the small town of Bay’s End, and by morning the seeds were planted. The ticket booth was set up at the entrance of Fairchild Farm, the hundred acres of carnival land on the east end of town. The sign atop the booth read:

 

The Scare Rows

Halloween Night Only!

All Ages Admitted!

Tickets On Sale October 30!

Open from Twilight until the Last Customer has seen The End!

Day late…

To those of you who pre-ordered CRUELTY, they will be going out a day late. I was released from rehab later than I expected, and by the time I packaged everything and made it to the post office, they were closed. Sorry about that. In the meantime, all your tracking information has been uploaded to Paypal, and the books will be in the post tomorrow. Sorry about this.

E.

WHAT THE DARK BRINGS (Signed Limited Edition) Pre-Orders Now Available!

This trade paperback run of pre-orders is limited to ten numbered copies. After this batch is sold out, you will still be able to buy copies through amazon, but I will not be signing future editions. There will be no hardcover version of this book. Also, this limited edition is six bucks cheaper than the Amazon version – $9.99 versus $16.99 – because I’m able to get a discount when ordering direct from Createspace.

If you would like a personalized message from me, please leave a note with your payment. Click on the image below for access to the purchase portal.

Thank you for your support.

E.

 

 

 

CRAWL (Author’s Preferred Edition) Giveaway!

From an upcoming interview:

 

Maria Hunter Welles provides the performance of a lifetime. Her narration of Edward Lorn’s novelette, CRAWL, is the author’s preferred edition. We got a chance to ask him why.

Edward Lorn says: “CRAWL, by itself, is fine and whatnot, but Maria’s performance makes this piece extraordinary. She brings life and passion to the work, and Julie truly breathes and bleeds. You don’t listen to this audio book, you experience it.” 

I promise this is not lip-service, jaw-jacking, or smoke being blown up your ass. I truly feel this way. The text version of CRAWL pales in comparison to Maria’s performance, and I’d much rather have people listen to her version than read the ebook. Maria captured every character’s voice and personality perfectly. She also managed to perform Silas (the thing in the woods) as I originally intended, in a way that I believe I failed to get across on the written page. You truly must listen to this one to believe it. Maria put her heart and soul into CRAWL, and I want to share her with everyone. This isn’t your typical audio book. It’s a stage performance with an entire cast, or one of those old dramatized radio programs.

So here’s your chance to win one of five copies. Click on the image below to enter the giveaway here on Booklikes, but be quick about it, as the promotion is only a week long. Oh, and share away!
One more thing, if you want to hear a sample, clich HERE.

Freebie!

To the half-dozen people who don’t have CRAWL yet, the novelette is free for the next three days. The audio book will be out in the next week or two, and if you snatch the ebook now, your Audible edition will be deeply discounted. Click on the image for the Amazon.com link.

Thanks, and share away!

 

 

 

FOG WARNING, by Edward Lorn, Coming August 18th!

Emergency Room Physician Brent Cummings is harboring secrets he’d rather leave in the shadows of his past. But, when he finds a dead woman in a foggy park, all his skeletons come tumbling out of the closet.

In a deadly race against time, Brent attempts to alter the future, so that he might finally let go of the past.

Will he heed the warning in the fog, or will fate prove more dependable than the good doctor?

Fog Warning Final

 

 

 

 

 

 

Free ebook coming tomorrow!

In appreciation of the outstanding support given to me by my readers, I’ve decided to giveaway my new release, FULL MOON OVER CEDAR HILL, for the next five days. The short story should be live on Amazon in a couple of hours, but will not be free until well after midnight. I will post again once the story goes live. After the five days are up, I will be removing FULL MOON OVER CEDAR HILL from Amazon, so this is a kind of limited edition thing.

 

This story is dedicated to the many people I worked with during my time as a CNA, as well as Charlene Cocrane (Char’s Horror Corner), who, in her own way, inspired me to write this tale. You can find out more about that in the foreword.

 

Thank you so much for your past, present, and future support. Without you guys, I’m nothing more than a guy sitting at his computer, talking to himself.

 

Sincerely,

 

E.

 

Peter Hoskins has spent the last three years confined to a bed at Cedar Hill Rehabilitation Center. A massive stroke rendered most of his body useless, but his mind is as sharp as ever.

 

When the screaming begins, being trapped in his own head is the least of his concerns.

 

Hungry beasts are roaming the halls, and death might be Peter’s only escape.

Click on the image below to be whisked away to a portal where you can pre-order Cruelty: Episodes One – Five (Signed Limited Edition). Only fifty copies will be ordered, and each volume will be numbered based on time and date purchased, which is to say, the first person to order will get #1, the next will get #2, and so on.

The book ships on July 15th. If you would like a personal message from the author, please leave a comment with your purchase. Thank you.

 

 

 

An Excerpt from FULL MOON OVER CEDAR HILL, by Edward Lorn

Peter Hoskins lay on his side in a fetal position, receiving his nightly sponge bath, when the first scream of the night echoed down the hall outside his open door.

Beverly Mais, the CNA who currently stood over Peter with a dripping sponge in one fist, dropped the soft, yellow pad into the pink basin on the bedside table and cocked her head toward the noise.

“What was that?” she asked, a tremor in her voice.

Peter, unable to speak since suffering a massive stroke three years prior, remained silent. Beverly glanced back at him with a crinkled expression, as if she smelled spoiled fruit.

“Did you hear that, hon, or `ve I been watching too many scary flicks?”

Peter twitched his eyebrows twice: yes, I heard it, too.

“I don’t know that that’s a good thing, you hearing what I heard. I hoped I’d imagined it.”

Beverly plucked at her beige scrub top with one hand while the other busied itself at her right ear, tugging and pinching. Gooseflesh stood on her arms, resembling chicken skin and just as hairless. The fingers that worried her ear moved to her chestnut hair, twirled, pulled, and then released the strands, where they bounced back into a tight curl. In Peter’s younger days, he would have fancied Beverly. Fancied her quite a bit, indeed. Even though the middle-aged woman wore far too much makeup. Whore spackle, his wife would have called it.

Another peel of horror came from farther down the hall, along with a scattering of hurried footfalls—hard soled shoes on laminated tile.

Beverly took a step in reverse, backed into the bed, and shrieked, as if the mattress had goosed her.

“What in blazes is going on out there?” she whispered.

Peter wanted to respond, but his vocal cords had gone the way of his legs—shriveled up. Useless. He wondered if, given the proper motivation, he could scream.

A howling drifted down the hallway. A sharp keening sound of lamentation, and Peter felt stool dribble down his naked butt cheek. He hadn’t been this scared in a long while. Hadn’t felt this… alive in quite some time.

“I’m calling the cops.” Beverly said tersely. She made one long stride toward the bedside table and stopped, mouth gaping. “You don’t have a phone,” she said, terror filling every nuance of her speech. “Why would you, right? Who’re you going to call? And how?”

Peter might have found this statement rude had the circumstances been different. Instead, he rather agreed with her. Who was he going to call? Ghostbusters? And how? With his eyebrows?

“There’s a phone at the nurses’ station, but… but I don’t…”

Peter finished the statement for her, only in his head: “You don’t want to go out there, do you, Bev? And you know what? I don’t fuckin’ blame ya.”

Another shrill scream cleaved the air. Beverly started, jumped a good three inches off the plain white tile beneath her, and crammed a fist into her mouth to stifle what Peter thought might have turned into a blood-freezing wail of her own. She doesn’t want to be heard, he thought. And for a damn good reason, too.

Outside in the hall, feet slapped tile, the sound coming closer and closer at a rapid clip, and there was the briefest flash of beige scrubs as someone of unknown gender shot past the open door.

“Was that—“

But Beverly never had the chance to finish her statement, for a furry, brown blur rocketed past. Peter thought it looked like a bear loping after its prey. Only the thing hadn’t been the size of a bear. It had been the size of a man. A man running on his hands and feet like some horrible mimicry of an ape.

“That was an animal,” Beverly gasped. “How’d an animal get in here?”

Had she been looking at him, Peter would have quirked his eyebrows in a “How the fuck would I know” sort of way.

The quick patter of fleeing feet stopped and cries of pain followed their cessation. From the hall came wet ripping sounds. Peter was reminded of the nights when he’d grilled out and had given Pad, their German Shepard, a raw steak for being such a damn good boy all the time. Sloppy chewing. Pops and clicks as the teeth clacked together. Pornographic licking and sucking sounds.

“Peter,” Beverly whined, “I’m scared.” She let “scared” drag out for a good three seconds, as if to provide a base of measurement for her fear.

Peter flicked his eyebrows up and down twice: yes, me too.

 Coming Late June 2014