Low Red MoonChance Silvey grew up in her grandparents' house on the side of Red Mountain, high above the urban sprawl of Birmingham, Alabama. Now married, with a baby on the way, she wants to move on and leave the house - and the tragic history of her family - in the past. But her future is already tainted. Chance is hallucinating, seeing blood everywhere, and is afraid to uncover what it means. Her husband, Deacon, a gifted psychic, fears being drawn in to a police investigation after having a vision of a serial killer's brutality. And it all leads to a woman with a thirst for violence, hiding from something that haunts her day and night. Something even more terrible than she is...
The Drowning GirlA complex, haunting novel that explores a schizophrenic young artist’s struggles with her perception of reality… including an intriguing ghostly woman who appears to her in the most mysterious ways. India Morgan Phelps — Imp to her friends — is trying to write her memoir, but she struggles with the unreliability of her own mind. Suffering from schizophrenia, as well as comorbid anxiety and OCD, Imp has a difficult time separating fantasy from reality. But for her, it’s most important to tell her “truth.” And for Imp, that truth comes through a stream-of-consciousness tale of her love story with her transgender girlfriend, as well as Imp’s obsession with a mysterious woman whom she finds naked and mute at the side of the road. Imp must push past her mental illness—or work with it — to piece together her memories and tell her story. A rich exploration of mental illness, gender identity, and creative process, <i>The Drowning Girl</i> delivers an eerie and powerful story of a woman’s efforts to discover the truth that’s locked away in her own head.
There Is No Antimemetics DivisionThey’re all around us, hiding in plain sight. One could be in the room with you now, just to your left. You could be seeing it right now—but from this second to the next, you’ll forget that you did. If you managed to jot down a note, the paper would look blank to you afterward. These entities can feed on your most cherished memories, the things that make you you—and you’ll never even know anything changed. They can turn you into a living ghost—make it so you’re standing next to your spouse, screaming in their ear, and they won’t know you’re there. They’re predators equipped with the ultimate camouflage, living black holes for information, able to consume our very memories of their existence. And they aren’t just feeding on us. They’re invading. But how do you fight an enemy when you can never even know that you’re at war? How do you contain something you can’t record or remember? Welcome to the Antimemetics Division. No, this is not your first day.
