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A Spider on my Tongue It is said that if ghosts were real, they'd be everywhere—at shopping malls, parking lots, in the parlor, the bathroom, on the sidewalks and boulevards (after all, how many people have lived and died throughout human history?). But maybe, just maybe, they are everywhere—on your lap at this very moment, in the walk-in closet, in the grand oak tree just outside your window, in the shower, the cellar-mumbling, grinning, stumbling about, screaming—but only a chosen few of the living have been blessed with the awful gift of being able to see them, hear them, interact with them, tormented by them. That's the awful gift that Abner W. Cray opened two decades ago, and it's a gift that, even today, keeps on giving: it possesses him, seduces him, makes his life (if it can be called a life) much, much more than a nightmare because, he knows, he's not asleep—he is mortally and eternally awake. And that is the spider on his tongue. A Spider on my Tongue is a follow up to T.M. Wright's bestselling A Manhattan Ghost Story.
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Double Act Walter Coker and Charlie Hass were a successful comedy double act in the theatre of 1950's England. They were best of friends in life, as well as professional perfection on stage. But when Charlie dies unexpectedly, the rose tinted view is slightly smeared. Life as a single act becomes reality for Walter, and the legacy left to him becomes terrifyingly real. Events in Charlie's past creep in to haunt his partner … literally.
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Lost in Translation Meet John Taylor, a man plagued by phantom voices—or translators, as he calls them—that have shared his head ever since he was abducted by aliens as a 10 year old boy. Most people think he's crazy. He's not. The doctors think he's schizophrenic. He's not. The government thinks he might just be humanity's last flicker of hope, but he's not that either. What he is, is something no one—including himself—could ever have imagined.…
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