N.w. Erickson

When Churchyards Yawn N.w. Erickson

The grave: where no one wants to be, but everyone will go. Or will they? And then stay put? There's the rub! Restless spirits abound here, from those who cannot go to their rest, to those who will not-and a motley assortment of those who, knowingly or not, go about disturbing them in diverse ways. And even some poor souls who didn't even know they were scheduled for departure. Oh, there's no one crankier than someone rudely awakened on the wrong side of the dirt! Come along, brave heart, as we venture abroad in good company of authors both familiar and obscure, exhuming Gothic tales, pulp fiction and more. We'll all be right here with you, m'dear . . . in spirit . . .