They are letting me finish this entry before they make their way in and then into me. How I long for them to pull me apart, to split my seams. How strangely appropriate that one so depreciative of tactility and loathing of contact with others should be taken apart by things such as these. The mask is to go. The costume is to come off. And I am to be one of their number to drift and drift about out there forever. Oh, those fingers, so long and lithesome, so very lovely. How I ache for them. How I need them to touch me. Oh, I no longer need this blasted pen, or these dashed, clumsy words. I am done with life. I am through. This is it. The end.
There’s no bloody point.
END
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Titles available by Greg James
The Age of the Flame Trilogy – YA Fantasy
The Sword of Sighs
The Sceptre of Storms
The Stone of Sorrows
The Chronicles of Willow Grey – YA Fantasy
The Door of Dreams
Voyage of the Pale Ship
Khale the Wanderer – Grimdark Fantasy
Under A Colder Sun
Lost is the Night
Hordes of Chaos
The Vetala Cycle - Horror
The Eyes of the Dead
Shapes in the Mist
Hell’s Teeth
The Sevengraves Cycle – Horror
Sevengraves
The Thing Behind the Door
Standalone Horror
This Darkness Mine
London Ghost Story
The Clowns Outside
Zombies by Moonlight
The Oeuvre
Short Story Collections
Made for the Dark
Night Residue
Poetry Collections
Untitled I
Untitled II
About the Author
Greg James is the critically-acclaimed author of the Vetala Cycle series and the best-selling Age of the Flame trilogy. He was born in Essex and grew up along the south-east coast of England. He has taught English as a foreign language in the Far East. He lives in London where he can be found writing into the small hours of the morning during the week, and sleeping in on Saturdays.
Table of Contents
The Oeuvre
The Eyes of the Dead
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Shapes in the Mist
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Hell's Teeth
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
The Last Post
The End of War
Sevengraves
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
The Thing Behind the Door
This Darkness Mine
Dedication
Part One: Work
Part Two: Play
London Ghost Story
Dedication
Chapter Two
Chapter Four
The Clowns Outside
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Zombies by Moonlight
An Upstairs Room
The Face in the Picture
Tangerine Dream
The Curse of Amen-Ra
Fear and Wonder
The Writhing
Bernice
A Soul who Wrote by Strange Starlight
Ode to a Night-Gaunt
The Hives
It Follows You Home
The Lift
A Perfect Day
Pteronophobia
His Loathsome Kiss
The Shed
The Bus Shelter
Waiting
Christmasland
Loess
The Dolls in the Window
The Church in the Trees
There was a Hole Here, it's Gone Now
Rotten
View of a Desolate Landscape
“ ... and These Pale Pictures still Flicker Softly on in the Abandoned Cinema ... ”
Shadows Closing In
Author’s Note
About the Author