“Brink melds hard-boiled mystery, robot sex slaves, and a twist on Greek myth, all of which evokes Blade Runner, and leaves you wanting more.”-- Tales of the Talisman Magazine A trio of dark tales told with a sharp noir edge. They feature wise guys and private eyes, black magic, bleak futures, and the feminine wiles of inhuman beauties. This is Valentine's Day with Halloween style. It's sex and violence from that dark corner of your imagination you dare not share with anyone else. *This new edition includes a bonus story of hit men and horror.

Soon to be a major motion picture from Academy Award–winning director Guillermo del Toro and starring Bradley Cooper, Cate Blanchett, Rooney Mara, and Toni Collette. Nightmare Alley begins with an extraordinary description of a carnival-show geek—alcoholic and abject and the object of the voyeuristic crowd’s gleeful disgust and derision—going about his work at a county fair. Young Stan Carlisle is working as a carny, and he wonders how a man could fall so low. There’s no way in hell, he vows, that anything like that will ever happen to him. And since Stan is clever and ambitious and not without a useful streak of ruthlessness, soon enough he’s going places. Onstage he plays the mentalist with a cute assistant (before long his harried wife), then he graduates to full-blown spiritualist, catering to the needs of the rich and gullible in their well-upholstered homes. It looks like the world is Stan’s for the taking. At least for now.

Late in getting back to school one evening, Mandie and Celia cut through a dark alley to save time. Mandie's locket slips off somewhere along the way, and the scary alley must be searched by lantern light. What they discover behind the old dilapidated warehouses will be a shock to Mandie and her readers. For children age 8 and older.

When the case of an unidentified body is transferred to Madhavgadh Crime Branch, ACP Hrishikesh Bharadwaj is confronted with the ultimate nightmare: a blind case with no clues. Who is the murderer? Is it the victims wife or his business partner or his mistressor is there more to the case? Who is the big bearded man who seems to turn up everywhere? ACP Bharadwaj and his team have to battle overwhelming odds and surprises at each turn, armed with nothing but a photograph of the victim.

Surely you remember Wi, a name especially chosen to fit our attention spans? The world-record kidnappee, nabbee, swipee, snatchee, hoisted so many times even he’s lost count? (How about those three times in five minutes effort? That takes rare raw talent, that does.) I mean, if it wasn’t for our Wi how many of these yabbers, yarns, shaggy dogs and yank-your-chain whoppers could I trot out for you? Even getting across one’s not easy when it’s always against the wind from people laughing in your face. No, really, without our Wi, where would all the odd-balls be, drowning their sorrows by ingesting the food in Dominic’s Eatery, swallowing whole mouthfuls without a thought for their own safety? Would any plate get the Wi wipe and come out miraculously unscathed from what had been just laid upon it? Without Wi, how many screwballs could have hired him to do all they’ve always wanted to do? God knows, and the Talls say ‘God knows’ because, if you take it that God made him in His own image, then maybe you’ve stumbled across the one time God spoke too soon. Okay, setting that aside, coming to you is a cast of Lankan characters – and you’d cast too -- and barf, and burp – if you had some of Dominic’s food inside you, let’s not kid ourselves. Not all of us have cast-iron guts and can absorb what could canonize you if you kept it down. And our Wi can’t help being White, either. Did he ever ask for the hoists he’s had to suffer, or complained about the lack of duty-of-care his kidnappers have shown him -- their kidnappee, after all? No. All he asked was a hideaway high above the stars so bright. At least he got that. And, though having to watchfully wait, at least he received the epiphs, too. With the epiphs, he could epiphicatedly dream, so I guess he had something going for him. And let’s not forget he’s Talls recorded as having said, ‘Just let me know if I’m breathing too much and I’ll stop’. Hey, what kidnappee or country like Australia gets a kidnappee so considerate? Is he a peach of a pooch, or what? ---------------------- Bill Reed is an Australian novelist, playwright and short-story writer with national awards for all three. He now lives in both Australia and Sri Lanka.

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