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"It's a tough universe out there with death-by-giant insect waiting around every corner." Immerse yourself if these short stories based on the role-playing game, We Hunt Bugs, and experience the tales of shaky alliances, backstabbing comrades, and terrifying monsters. "It's what we do. We hunt Bugs."

A metal guitarist is gifted with a guitar grimoire, which he inherited from his late father's library. With careful reading, practice, and commitment, this strange occult book could make him the greatest musician in the world...if the magic works in his favor.

At the height of the Great Depression, thousands of families who have lost everything are left with no choice but to make the pilgrimage westward in search of a new life. Some will find what they're looking for. Some will not and will then be forced to make the long journey back home. Then there are the others, those who never make it to either place because they made a stop along the way in a town called Exodus, an abandoned silver mining town in eastern Arizona.

Deep in the heartland of Indiana, this maximum-security penitentiary held some of the most vicious criminals known to the United States. One of them was Sampson Faith, a psychopathic genius who was master of mind control. Sampson was not only a master of mind control, but he was also a fluent out-of-body traveler. He was only 38, but seven years in prison made him look much older. He had murdered 14 teenagers in numerous ways seven years before in a small Indiana farm town. He was what doctors called a missionary killer.

Nightmares and Daydreams is a collection of short fiction and two novelettes culled from nearly 12 years of work from Indiana based author David Boyer, who bases some of his fiction on true life events and people he knew growing up on the streets and back roads of Southern Indiana.

Peter, a brilliant software engineer, is obsessed with finding the answer to an age old question: Is there something after when we die? He builds a machine that can possibly give him the answer, but soon realizes some things are better left unknown.

Jacob Enright's dead men stayed dead. But their memories did not. The nightmares persisted. They always did. Knowing it was a dream did nothing to lessen its horror. Gambling, drinking, whoring, and killing. It had become like second nature to the ex-lawman turned vigilante. Wanda Blackfoot had loved Jacob for as long as she could remember, but now Wanda didn't know who she was anymore, or more precisely, she didn't know what she was, without Jacob by her side acting as her touchstone.

The desperate Paul tirelessly stalks Terri, a beautiful young woman who Paul thinks is his ex-girlfriend Missy. Paul is soon found screaming incoherently in the streets, covered in blood while Terri is missing. The police then race against the clock to try and discover what the psychotic Paul has done with the object of his obsession. Or did she do something to him?

This is the final book of the trilogy - a fat monstrous volume of pure undiluted scarecrow terror.

In 1691, the town of Crossfall taught the witch Thessaly how to die. They beat her; they shot her; they hung her - but nothing worked. When they finally tried to bury her alive, Thessaly set the field against them. The first man died as a gust of wind harrowed the meat from his bones. A root, flung like a dirty javelin, cut a second man down. Many more deaths followed. The Preacher Fell impaled the witch upon her very own broom, but she dragged him down into the field to wait for three more centuries.

In 1691 the town of Crossfall taught the witch Thessaly how to die. They beat her, they shot her, they hung her - but nothing worked. When they finally tried to bury her alive Thessaly set the field against them. The first man died as a gust of wind harrowed the meat from his bones. A root, flung like a dirty javelin, cut a second man down. Many more deaths followed. The Preacher Fell impaled the witch upon her very own broom, but she dragged him down into the field to wait for three more centuries.