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Blurb
A lonely teen discovers a new door in his family’s old summer cottage and unknowingly opens a portal to a terrifying world.
All my life they told me monsters weren’t real. They were dead wrong.
Hello. My name is David Rawlingson Junior and I’ve accidentally opened a door into Hell.
When my brothers and I found the locked door to the newly built extension on our rental cottage, the race to find the key was on. Little did I know that exploring the room beyond would create a bridge to countless alternate realities where humans have been eradicated. Ravenous creatures stalk the night, and they want nothing more than to get onto my side and feast.
But time is running out. I can’t get the bridge to break, and the more time I spend on the wrong side of the door digging for clues, the more I fade in my world.
Whatever these creatures are, I’m the only thing in their way. Shit.
Get ready for the re-release of this creepy, disturbing and intense novel by Shelly Campbell.
Including a brand new BONUS Novella taking place after the events of that fateful day.
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Release Date: July 9th, 2024
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Blurb
I thought otherworldly monsters bent on devouring my whole world starting with my family trumped everything. Turns out, I was wrong.
My world’s only one of thousands facing annihilation. The monsters I know as maneaters are actually aliens who consume every civilization in their path. And people like Charlie are trying to stop them.
Charlie rolled into my life on a motorcycle, a four-stroke angel in scuffed steel-toed boots. She saved me from maneaters. Do I have a massively inappropriate crush on her? Absolutely.
Which is problematic because she works for the Embassy, a crooked government agency whose military wants to peel back my layers to see what makes me tick. On top of all of that, this world is killing me, I can’t go back home to convalesce, and I’m somehow phasing between dimensions in my sleep.
If I don’t convince Charlie to help me, I’ll be an Embassy science experiment for the rest of my short life, or worse, eternally trapped in the dark hell that fills the spaces between worlds.
About the Author
At a young age, Shelly Campbell wanted to be an air show pilot or a pirate, possibly a dragon and definitely a writer and artist. She’s piloted a Cessna 172 through spins and stalls, and sailed up the east coast on a tall ship barque—mostly without projectile vomiting. In the end, Shelly found writing fantasy and drawing dragons to be so much easier on the stomach.
Shelly’s tales are speculative fiction, tending toward literary with dollops of oddity. She enjoys the challenge of exploring new techniques and subject matter, and strives to embed inspiring stories in her writing.
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