John Waynick writes about the places where lamplight fails and old things wake. His work lives in the shadowland between urban fantasy and cosmic horror, where personal stakes meet forces that don't care about persons at all.
When he's not writing fiction, John builds environments for film, TV, and video games, bringing the same obsessive attention to atmospheric detail that bleeds into his prose. He's been working in 3D art for over two decades, though he finds fictional worlds considerably more cooperative than render engines.
He believes the best stories happen when ordinary people with very human problems, in worlds where the extraordinary is considered ordinary, encounter something that shouldn't exist, and then have to figure out how to survive it anyway.
John Waynick writes about the places where lamplight fails and old things wake. His work lives in the shadowland between urban fantasy and cosmic horror, where personal stakes meet forces that don't care about persons at all.
When he's not writing fiction, John builds environments for film, TV, and video games, bringing the same obsessive attention to atmospheric detail that bleeds into his prose. He's been working in 3D art for over two...
He makes a living faking magic. The monster in the basement is about to demand the real thing.
Sylar Crowe has made a comfortable living telling grieving widows what they want to hear. His séances are theater. His exorcisms are smoke and mirrors. His conscience is... manageable.
When a wealthy heiress hires him to banish her dead uncle's ghost...
A wandering bar. A drink to die for. A debt that never ends.
In the gaslit alleys of New Orleans, there is a legend about a door that only appears when you’re desperate. Behind it lies a speakeasy that serves the finest amber liquor and grants your deepest desire. But the locals know better than to step inside.
New Orleans burned him. Now, Boston wants to freeze him to death.
Sylar Crowe is back in Boston. After the horrors of the south, he wants nothing more than a warm stove, a cheap bottle of whiskey, and a winter without magic. He’s paid his dues. He’s cleared his ledger.
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