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Time is a tricky devil. And so is that blasted imp! Violet Parker needs to catch the little terror before it wreaks even more havoc in the Black Hills. But now that she’s saddled with this dang Timekeeper gig, she has a lot to juggle, like the real monsters wanting to tear the flesh from her bones just for fun. If she can’t figure out how to wrangle “time” to save her family, the Grim Reaper might come swinging for them next.

Normally, not even drunk on a bet would Violet Parker go to Slagton, a creepy ghost town inhabited by those too stubborn - or deranged - to leave. But a certain bullheaded Deadwood detective has a problem - his informant from Slagton has gone missing. When Violet is shanghaied into taking a hunting trip to the ghost town to search for the missing snitch, she stumbles into trouble that will take more than a double-barreled shotgun to escape. Will Violet survive this new hell that haunts her, or will she end up on Slagton's growing list of those "gutted and hung"?

Hank Varney’s the name. Miss Clem and me, along with the two Sidewinders from Santa Fe—we’ll get the sharp-toothed vermin cleared out. Now, some people say I’m lucky, but I don’t know if it’ll do me any good, what with the army of trouble me and the crew are facin’. If we don’t live through it, well, there goes Deadwood. Maybe even the whole of the Black Hills.

My name is Nilsa. I am the Shadow of the Moon. Born to end the life of the Eagle of Galmere. And I have failed. Ever since I left my pirates, things have gone from bad to worse. Now, stuck in the darkest part of the Claw—the mine that serves as a prison for supernaturals and humans alike—there's no way to return the sea and the men I've slowly begun to trust. Instead I'm forced down into the depths of the earth, where ancient things lurk in dark, forgotten places. The key to my freedom is in dubious alliances with dangerous creatures.

For centuries, the Eagle of Galmere has been butchering the other races to create the Mortal Cure, an elixir that gives her the illusion of immortality. The human queen’s obsession with living forever has crippled empires, maimed countless innocents, and enslaved hundreds more—including my men.

I’m a ghost. A specter, some would say. A spirit. A shade, the hallucination of a compromised mind. Whatever moniker you prefer, that’s me. Excepting that last one. Uncle MortonI ran freight and wagon trains for years from Missouri to Santa Fe. Courted death from arrows to snake bites, drowning to dysentery, each and every trip. Came through all that only to be dealt a bad hand in Deadwood. Got myself killed.

A horror semi-anthology podcast centered around an eldritch god along with several other stories, some more standalone than others. The podcast focuses on themes of grief, betrayal, familial love, hope, identity, survival, queerness, mental illness, and what it means to be different when the world dies around you. Created and written by Saniyah Hill and co-produced by Makenna Fulgham. Cover artwork made by Adela Schwarz-Van Praag.

For fans of The Jerry McNeal Series comes a full-length, standalone Jerry McNeal novel, with Jerry, Gunter and a cast of lively spirits who are sure to entertain. When Jerry McNeal and Gunter are asked to travel to the Old West town of Deadwood, South Dakota to check out some mysterious happenings, they jump at the chance to explore the historic town. Equally exciting, Jerry and his ghostly K-9 partner soon find themselves walking the streets with legendary gunfighters and dodging the daily arrival of a phantom stagecoach that still brings age-old spirits to town.

Learn the truth. Break the curse. Kill the demon. Just an everyday to-do list. Oh, and play welcome wagon to the necromancer who just moved in down the road. It's been over 100 years since my Granny made a deal with a demon that sent a pair of souls to Hell. Unfortunately for the demon, he didn't check the receipts and ended up escorting the wrong souls to eternal damnation. So imagine my surprise when he realizes his mistake, and shows up on my front lawn demanding his ancient contract be fulfilled. Doesn't seem to matter that Granny's wheelin' and dealin' days are gone.