D. C. Caller

Summonitores Libro & Other Stories (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Summonitores Libro & Other Stories by D. C. Caller is a dark literary collection exploring the uncanny intersections of faith, guilt, obsession, and the unseen forces that haunt ordinary lives. These stories move between eras and realities from plague-ridden London to modern suburbia, from the sterile quiet of a laboratory to the trembling corridors of an English care home.

In vivid prose that fuses psychological horror, metaphysical dread, and existential satire, Caller conjures worlds where moral certainty fractures, and where every act of reason, faith, or love becomes a summoning of something greater or darker than oneself.

Blending the realism of contemporary British fiction with the atmosphere of Gothic mystery and cosmic horror, this collection will appeal to readers of Shirley Jackson, Robert Aickman, and M.R. James stories that linger, disturb, and whisper long after the final page.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Caller Press
• Erscheinungstermin: 14. Oktober 2025
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9798232694036
• Artikelnr.: 75663941

Autorenporträt

I come from Stanwell in Middlesex, England, a place we described as children as 'the mutant village of Stanwell' due to the alarming number of bizarrely ailed residents and the drunken skullduggery of revellers pouring out of its three pubs (that's just the village). Being a child born in 82 meant several things; there were no paedophiles, electricity was harmless and no working class parent gave a flying fuck where you were or what you were doing as long as you didn't arrive home with the cops. So every weekend, with my father having insisted we didn't come back until we couldn't SEE our way back, me and my brother got on our bikes and went exploring the wasteland that is working class England. My best mate lived in a cemetery, the locals all looked like they were shaken out of a Clive Barker novel and learning was for those who didn't have the strength to move concrete posts or the skill to manoeuvre a forklift truck . . . carrying concrete posts. I'm guessing this is where most of my characters come from. Anyway . . .