When you hear a thud from your basement or the floor outside your bedroom creeks and your home phone rings, giving you a jumpscare – you know you’ve picked the best Halloween novels ever written.
How does the author find his way to get into our heads? Maybe, it’s his love for spooky novels and passion for writing great fictional tales, but it’s the flawless art of his storytelling that really hooks you. That’s why David Ruggerio is a triple threat. David is a well-known celebrity chef, excellent food show host, and a recipient of Maxy Awards for his debut horror novel, A Wistful Tale of Gods, Men and Monsters.
Released a year ago, on Halloween’s eve, A Wistful Tale of Gods, Men and Monsters sold numerous copies and garnered prestigious recognition. David believes, A Wistful Tale of Gods, Men and Monsters is a book you’ll pick up every Halloween. Here’s a bit about the book:
The story is set in a seeming ordinary village of Brunswick, NY. Not the slightest bit evil, or maybe…
Autumn is in full swing with scenic apple orchards, corn mazes, crammed pumpkin patches, and festive hayrides. One snowy Halloween, a young lad named William Willowsby, is forced to face a wicked demon that the villagers have been guarding for generations. Not too far from town is an old, abandoned graveyard that seems to house all things wicked. A homunculus, an evil taskmaster, controls all the activities. Undoubtedly it is involved in the mysterious disappearance of the youth from the hamlet. Is there a way to stop its cunning attempts to snare young kids from the village?
The creepy graveyard, a spooky schoolhouse, an abandoned mortuary, and a suspicion for one of William’s family members will leave you tossing and turning in bed. Dare to get your copy today.
After you devour this yummy horror, do come back for more. David Ruggerio will return with his next horror fiction, A Prison Without Locks, on 25th of November, 2020. Here is a glimpse into a dark passage from the book.
“All at once, the darkness became claustrophobic, with each tense breath she forced herself not to hyperventilate on the stagnant air. The blackness now robbed her best sense and replaced it with a paralyzing fear. Her heart raced as that of “rabbit in a snare.” She could taste the saliva thickening in her mouth to a rancid paste. She closed her eyes, the inky blackness pressed in on her soul. She sensed something; it was only inches from her cheek. The still air that held her face stirred. Was that a finger reaching for her? My God, it was nearly touching her cheek! She couldn’t breathe, it felt as if someone was choking her. Then, the silence was instantly severed, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling. Martha’s heart stopped momentarily, that was not Duke! It couldn’t be! That was enough for her, she bolted like a young child frightened of what was under the bed and ran as fast as she could up the stairs, directly into the soothing illumination of her bedroom. She slammed the door shut. As she bolted the door, she finally could exhale. At her age, this was a bit much. Her hands were shaking, was it just her imagination? Could there be someone or something hiding within the darkness? No, it was all her imagination. Then she faintly heard something slowly brushing up against the bolted door. It was feeling, reaching for her–trying to sense her fright. Martha backed as far as she could away from the door, she cowered in the corner. Her fear was feeding the darkness.”
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