NEVER TRUST A HOUSE WITH A NAME
Everyone has a story about Posthaste Manor.
None of the stories end well, but that doesn’t stop the hopeful from hoping and the desperate from trying.
This composite novel stands as both history and eulogy of one very haunted house, as recounted by artists, real estate agents, and beloved family pets; by the debauched, the dead and the dying, and anyone looking for one last chance.
Raise a glass in celebration. Just don’t linger within its walls for long
Cover art by Trevor Henderson.
Interior illustrations by Alex Woodroe.
A new and intriguing twist on a haunted house story by co-authors Jolie Toomajan and Carson Winter is the latest fare from Tenebrous Press. Both exemplary writers of weird fiction, the two turn their eyes toward the beauty of the haunted house with one ominous warning: never trust a house that is named.
And Posthaste Manor is such a house. A recounting, a history, and an elegy where the titular manor is the true main character of the story. It is very difficult to classify “Posthaste Manor” as the book simply defies genre. It is a haunted house story, but also a cosmic, gothic, ghost story told through the eyes of those who have lived within the walls and fed the manor’s growing powers.
The book is split into two separate parts, written by either co-author. Winter’s style is more blunt and visceral, while Toomajan’s is elegiac and eloquent. Both play together, working on their equal strengths to craft an unmistakably unique structure while drawing the reader in.
Each individual who has lived within Posthaste Manor contributes to this story, and Toomajan provides one knockout with the mouthful of “The Absolutely True and Correct Account of the Honorable Mlle. Cassandra Von Archambault, Affectionately and Begrudgingly Known To Her Friends and Family as Echo,” concerning a pet.
Part of the glory of Posthaste Manor is history, while knowing history is comprised of the individuals who built it. One stay there will haunt the reader for a long time to come, in a book that is as difficult to characterize, yet is as compelling, as the great house itself.