S.K. Epperson's Blog, page 9
May 21, 2013
On to Darker Matters
May 19, 2013
The Field, The Bones, The Pendant – A Short Love Story for a Sunday
May 17, 2013
The Ghost of the Rock
May 5, 2013
More Things that Inspire Horror Authors
April 24, 2013
The Bind
April 16, 2013
Black Night
April 11, 2013
On The Mountain of the White Monkey
April 4, 2013
The Lakeshore Club
March 16, 2013
Faith and Begorrah!
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From 1871 to 1873 a series of murders committed by a family who called themselves the Benders took place in Kansas. The father, mother, son and daughter took in weary travelers and offered a warm bed to sleep for the night, but dinnertime brought more than a hot meal to the unsuspecting guests. Skulls were caved in, throats were slit. Anything of value was stolen and later sold. Their bodies were buried in shallow graves beyond the farmhouse.
In modern day Coffeyville, Kansas a fussy ex-police detective turned investigator is sent to determine the identity of a certain inn keeper and finds himself wondering if history is about to repeat itself in a very personal way, more meaningful to him than he could ever have imagined.
March 10, 2013
Of Bullets and Bones
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I told the story of how my first novel was born in the tipsy tune my father sang to me one day, a song about a preaching man who used a straight razor to keep people in line. Another song inspired this tale and it’s more familiar: Twilight Zone by Golden Earrings. One day on a random drive I suddenly realized what kind of pain a bullet to the bone would mean. Only someone close to you, someone you trusted completely and never doubted could deliver that kind of pain.
Then, as always, everything I’d absorbed during the previous months arranged itself into the details surrounding the wound. A crypt broken into, the effects of domoic acid, the creepy red tide, and of course the heartbreaking tale of the Romani people during WWII. I never quite know where I’m going with a story until I get there, but these are the stops that were made along the way.
