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Lehorn's Hollow SIGNED


By Brian Keene.

Free Signed Book plate by the author with this edition!

Take a walk in the dark woods of Pennsylvania if you dare.

In LeHorn’s Hollow, Bram Stoker Award winning horror maestro Brian Keene proves there are worse things than the walking dead to terrify you. Our exclusive 2-in-1 of Dark Hollow and Ghost Walk will keep you glued to the page...and well away from trees!

Dark Hollow: Folks say the woods in LeHorn’s Hollow are haunted. Eerie, piping music has been heard late at night, and mysterious fires have been spotted deep in the woods. But what lurks in the Hollow is far worse than any ghost. When novelist Adam Senft stumbles upon an unearthly scene, he and his entire town are thrust into a nightmare…for an ancient evil has been summoned—and it demands to be satisfied.

Ghost Walk: With its creepy reputation, LeHorn’s Hollow is the perfect place for Ken Ripple to set up his latest haunted attraction. Halloween is coming, and he knows folks will come from miles around to get scared witless. And so they will. Because the legends are true—evil really does wait in the woods. And soon Ripple’s unsuspecting customers will get in line…to die.

Blending myth, madness and a deft touch of local powwow magic, LeHorn’s Hollow will make you keen for more Keene!

2010 First Leisure Hardcover. Protected in acid-free book cover and kept sealed since publication.



Lehorns Hallow


It was on the first day of spring that Big Steve and I saw Shelly Carpenter giving head to the hairy man.

Winter had been a hard one. Two books to write in five months’ time. It’s not something I recommend doing, if you can help it. There was a lot of pressure involved. The sales of my first novel, Heart of the Matter, caught my critics, my publisher, and even myself by surprise. It did very well - something a book of its kind isn’t supposed to do,

especially a midlist, mass-market mystery paperback with no promotional campaign behind it other than a quarter-page advertisement in one lone trade magazine. Publishers don’t buy a lot of advertising for midlist authors.

Suffice to say, I beat the odds. Flush with success, I quit my day job - only to learn that I wouldn’t be getting a royalty check for at least another year. We’d already blown through the advance: mortgage payments, credit card payments, car and truck payments, new living room furniture for my wife, Tara, and a new laptop for me. Plus, I’d spent quite a bit of my own cash traveling to book signings. Publishers

don’t pay for midlist book signing tours either.

If I’d had an agent, maybe they would have explained the pay schedule to me. Or then again, maybe they wouldn’t have. Personally, I’m glad I don’t have an agent. They require fifteen percent of your earnings, and I was broke. Fifteen percent of shit is still shit.

I could have gone back to work part-time at the paper mill in Spring Grove, but I figured that if I applied myself to the writing, I’d be making about as much money as I would at the mill anyway, so I decided to follow what I love doing.

Tara still worked, insisting that she pay the bills while I stayed home and wrote. We needed the health insurance her company provided, but we couldn’t survive on just one income. Thus two more books for two different publishers in five months’ time, written just for the advance money, which would see us through the winter. Don’t get

me wrong: It was a nice chunk of change, but when you totaled up the hours I spent writing, the advance for the next two novels came out to about a buck eighty an hour. And to make matters worse, they weren’t really stories that I wanted to write. They didn’t speak to me. I wasn’t

passionate about them, and had lost my sense of wonder.

But we needed the money. Some people call that being a hack. I call it necessity.

From DARK HALLOW. Originally published at THE RUTTING SEASON. Copyright © 2008 by Brian Keene

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