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Hello, and welcome…don’t worry about leaving the lights on or checking the doors, trouble has already found its way inside. It has been patiently waiting for you to relax. So sit back. Relax. Enjoy your peace of mind… until I make you question it.

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Lastest/New Release(s): Left for Dead/Fall from GraceWaking the Dead

  Now on Audiobook: Survivor’s Guilt •  Grave Wax • Floaters • Buried Memories Waiting Out Winter  • Six Days

Kelli,  thriller/horror writer, podcaster, and puddle jumper


 

Inventory Blow Out

So I’ve been rearranging bookshelves, going through convention stock boxes, and I realize I need to make room for the next year (which, excitingly enough, already has four releases planned). I need room! So I’m selling the stranglers, final copies, and extra originals—and you get a chance to grab that thing you don’t have. Best part? You don’t even have to leave your house to hunt me down at a convention, and you can still get your goodies personally signed.

Inventory with quantity and prices in parenthesis. I will update quantities as they go and mark items sold out when gone. Note: any currently in print paperbacks may be available for those looking for signed copies, just ask.

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  • Waiting Out Winter (SOLD OUT)  1st edition, original softcover from Thunderstorm Books, Elemental Series (#6), cover art by Nick Tripiciano
  • The Neighborhood (available 6 | only $5.00)  1st edition, original softcover from Thunderstorm Books, Elemental Series (#9), cover art by Vaggelis Ntousakis
  • Black Bubbles (SOLD OUT) 1st edition, original limited hardcover with full dust jacket, from Thunderstorm Books, as part of the White Lightning (#6) series, introduction by Tom Monteleone, cover art by Gak.
  • Six Days (available 2 | $80.00) 1st edition, original signed, numbered limited (260) hard cover from Thunderstorm Books with full dust cover, Maelstrom series #1. Signature page includes myself, James Moore (introduction) and Russell Dickerson (cover artist).
  • White Picket Prisons (SOLD OUT) 1st edition, signed limited (140) hardcover from Thunderstorm Books, Hard Rain (#5) series. Cover art by Alan Clark
  • White Picket Prisons (available 1 | $100.00) 1st edition, signed numbered limited (60) hardcover with full dust jacket from Thunderstorm Books, Black Voltage (#16) series. Cover & spine art by Alan Clark.
  • Live Specimens (SOLD OUT) Lettered limited (36) Thunderstorm Books hardcover with full dust jacket, Private Reserve (#8) series.
  • Waking the Dead  (SOLD OUT) 1st edition, signed numbered limited (85) hardcover with full dust jacket from Thunderstorm Books, Black Voltage (#29) series. Cover art by Vincent Chong. This is a collection of the novellas Buried Memories, Survivor’s Guilt, Grave Wax and Crossroads.
  • Deceiver (SOLD OUT) 1st edition, signed numbered limited (100) pocket-sized hardcover from Dark Fuse.
  • ALL remaining posters, reduced to $5.00 each Please see poster page for more details on individual posters. Note: posters will be shipped separate due to packaging.
    • Deceiver (available 10)
    • Buried Memories (available 11)
    • Crossroads (available 10)
    • Grave Wax  (available 9)
    • Survivor’s Guilt  (available 11)
    • The Neighborhood  (available 11)
    • Waiting Out Winter  (available 10)
  • and a bonus inventory item: Dark Faith (available 1) byline is Kelli Dunlap in this one. Also includes Brian Keene, Wrath James White, Nick Mamatas, Tom Piccirilli, Linda Addison and many more with 26 short stories and 5 poems.

Please use the form below to order direct from my dwindling stock. Postage paid by buyer and will be calculated per order.

Busy Week

busyweekOne-shot update on a lot of activity around here lately.

As always, new Buttercup of Doom podcasts are live on Monday nights, generally by 7pm EST but life happens on occasion.

I’m happy to announce TWO new “bundles” on ebooks. Perfect for those who need or want both.

For those who may not have read WAITING OUT WINTER, you can now get it with THE HATCH in the “Stand-Alone Series” bundle. Save money, and get the whole story…

For those looking for something on the thriller side to begin their collection, I give you the “Thriller Double-Pack” with SIX DAYS and WHITE PICKET PRISONS. Again, save money when you get the bundle pack.

The best news of the last seven days — * * * New Release * * * WILTED LILIES is now available in both ebook and paperback. Originally offered as a serial novella through Lamplight magazine, this is the tale of ghosts, and girls, and guessing which is worse: hearing the living, or talking with the dead.

And finally, with all the new things arriving and yet to come, I’ve redone the bookstore page on the site so you can see novels, novellas, and more at a glance, and go from there…

That’s the week… thanks for visiting!

Passages

butterfly-wordsWriters write. It’s what we do. Whether it’s a coherent tumbling of sentences that happen to fall into a pile of paragraphs and make sense, or it’s just a random thought bouncing along a breeze like a flitting butterfly—we write. We jot ideas onto postie-notes and the backs of envelopes. We scramble for our voice recorders and voice-to-text apps. We will stop talking in the middle of a sentence, eyes glazing over, as we wander off to some thread of the muse’s whim. We may or may not always come back from that last one, and we do apologize for the interruption. But it’s what we are and what we do.

And we have to react. We have to jot it down and get it out. Whether we’re exorcising it or just sharing (there is a difference, “Blood Type” blog coming), the snippets must go or we’ll go crazy. You can only have so many voices in your head before you snap—just ask Sybil.

The following is one of those moments. It has been sitting, untouched though often thought of, in the “Random Passages” folder for years. I don’t know what it is. I don’t know if it will ever be anything. But it’s there, like a lost child in an overcrowded department store. So for #throwbackthursday #tbt, I’ll toss out some ancient words originally scribbled on the back of a napkin…


CHILDREN OF THE GODS

The most dangerous things in the history of the world have been children playing with things they don’t understand. A child’s imagination was responsible for the original flood, as he pulled his hand through the mud and drowned the little pile of ants he had collected. A little girl’s whim toppled a mountain and destroyed a town when she wished fire would rain from the skies. And possibly most unknown, but with the most impact, was the little boy who made an entire civilization disappear with a handful of straw braids and his mother’s ink pots. By twisting magic together into one braid, and declaring what each was capable of, Carson destroyed Atlantis. And changed the future of the Earth, forever.


Thursday has become about sharing. Today I share with those who read my drivel, and nod to others who have the disease. But hey, you can all play along. Think outside the box for #tbt. Put the pictures away and share something else from the past. Here’s mine. What are your mental hallways harboring? Do you have ancient unheard words in your hard drive haunting you?

Don’t Miss Out

xmasemail‘Tis the season…

Now that Halloween is over, we can start talking about the fat man in the red suit, and all the kindles, iphones with kindle apps, and amazon gift cards he’s going to give away this year.

To help the elves bring you goodies, I’ll be doing a couple sales during the holiday season… if you don’t want to miss out on a sale day when it happens, make sure you sign up for my emailing list asap…

 

 

This will notify you, via email, of new blogs when posted and help keep you in the loop during the season of too much spam, xmas popups from hell, and the rest of the deluge no human can possibly keep up with. And of course, you should follow my author page on Facebook for more frequent updates!

Hope you had a great Halloween… now let’s get the turkey ready and stock up on wrapping paper.

Something’s Missing

blacksquare2My dreams often feel like warped, twisted, versions of some sort of reality television show filmed by those who failed therapy, ignored their court-appointed rehab, and haven’t been to AA for so long they think it stands for And Another. My camera man is drunk and my special effects crew is on crack. I’ve said both of those things before. After the last week, I believe it wholeheartedly. Because now it seems the set director is on vacation and the intern doesn’t work fast enough.

But I can’t seem to figure out why, what it means, or even how fast Freud would just give up and lock me into a nice safe room with a snug jacket and fluffy walls.

For instance… See the image for today? How many times did you refresh thinking there was something wrong with it? Nope, there’s not. That’s actually just a plain black box of nothing. And the star of my dreams lately.

I don’t remember the dreams themselves most of the time, which is normal after the first cup of coffee, but I do remember the little black squares. I remember they’re not important or even really noticed during the dream, but afterward I could tell you where they appeared. Very strange. See, these black blocks are speckled throughout and simply provide a nothingness instead of details, in a freaky two-dimensional cut-out construction paper kinda way. For instance, I’ll be able to see everything in the room and talk or move around or do whatever it is I’m doing, but the black blocks will be where the detail isn’t finished. Like on top of an end table, instead of knickknacks, lamps or books. Or on a wall, in lieu of pictures. Or even on a menu, rather than actual choices.

It’s very bizarre and seems to be completely acceptable in the dream. Oh if only I could do the whole lucid dreaming thing and pause all the action while yelling at the design crew to finish up.

Of course, my dreams are still wonky, don’t get me wrong. Just this morning I woke from being out for a drink with the girls, in a restaurant located in an old western clothing store where they never took the clothes off the wall or removed the racks of boleros and cowboy boots. Nikki was pissed off because she was enjoying a cigar in the wrong part of the restaurant, and her boss told her she had to put it out and go stash it in her office—for whatever reason I decided to bring it there for her and set it in a dish on her desk, only to have the maid service ask me if they should dump it or keep it. Drew was in the bathroom milking lab mice and using it for some explosive experiment to get his students to pay attention. And of course, the sewage accident that shot dirty water out a port on the wall—the water retaining the shape of the pipe and chasing people around ala the water worm from The Abyss. Yup, perfectly normal dream for me… except the black squares in the bar at the restaurant, on the fishtank, obscuring portions of the bathroom lab, hiding the other items on the desk, and filling in for the faces, clothes or hands of the people at the next table.

Yeah… welcome to my dreamworld, here’s a black square—just put it anywhere.

 

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