Medicine for the Dead

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by Arianne Thompson

Those who have sung my praises, sought my autograph, hosted me from Albuquerque to Glasgow, and treated me like an A-list celebrity genius in the making:

  Hilary, Stuart, and Fraser Macdonald

  The Allen family

  Linsley Denning

  Team Mayhugh (Oregon edition)

  Team Mayhugh/Arth (Ohio-Connecticut edition)

  The Thompson family (Washington edition)

  The Campolo family

  The Harvey/Gebhardt Alliance

  Jason & Sheri Wells-Jensen

  Marc & Agnes Jensen

  Michael MacPherson

  Kerri Linn

  Shay De Freitas

  Jenny Hanniver

  Brian Martin

  Merlin & Sachi Wilson

  Chris & Jerry Weiler-Allen

  Lee Greenberg & Rachel Warner

  Joseph Knappenberger

  Shawn Scarber

  Bud Humble

  Elise Hanna

  Jeremy Brett

  Russ Linton

  Laura Maisano

  Annie Neugebauer

  Benjamin Inn

  and Peaches

  And the man who has done all this and more, gladly, obsessively, and with inexhaustible generosity:

  Jonathan Rafferty

  Thanks for everything, y’all. I couldn’t do it without you, and I’m so glad I don’t have to try.

  Appaloosa Elim is a man who knows his place. On a good day, he’s content with it. Today is not a good day. Today, his so-called “partner” – that lily-white lordling Sil Halfwick – has ridden off west for the border, hell-bent on making a name for himself in native territory. And Elim, whose place is written in the bastard browns and whites of his cowspotted face, doesn’t dare show up home again without him.

  The border town called Sixes is quiet in the heat of the day, but Elim’s heard the stories about what wakes at sunset: gunslingers and shapeshifters and ancient animal gods whose human faces never outlast the daylight. If he ever wants to go home again, he’d better find his missing partner fast. But if he’s caught out after dark, Elim risks succumbing to the old and sinister truth in his own flesh - and discovering just how far he’ll go to survive the night.

  ‘If you loved Stephen King’s Dark Tower series you will find his book right inside your wheelhouse. I loved it.’

  Paul Kearney

  www.solarisbooks.com

  One day every hundred years, a town appears, its location and character different every time. It is home to the greatest miracle a man could imagine: a doorway to Heaven itself. The town’s name is Wormwood, and it is due to appear on the 21st September 1889, somewhere in the American Midwest.

  There are many who hope to be there: travelling preacher Obeisance Hicks and his simple messiah, Soldier Joe; Henry and Harmonium Jones and their freak show pack of outlaws; the Brothers of the Order of Ruth and their sponsor Lord Forset (inventor of the Forset Thunderpack and other incendiary modes of personal transport); and finally, an aging gunslinger with a dark history.

  They will face dangers both strange and terrible: monstrous animals, predatory towns, armies of mechanical natives, and other things besides. Wormwood defends its secrets, and only the brave and resourceful will survive...

  ‘If there wa was ever a writer who could write in Technicolor, it’s Guy Adams; his creations leap off the page at you and make you jump back in shock.’

  Graeme’s Fantasy Book Review

  www.solarisbooks.com

  A WEIRD WESTERN, A GUN-TOTING, CIGARILLO-CHEWING FANTASY BUILT FROM HANGMAN’S ROPE AND SPENT BULLETS.

  Wormwood has appeared, and with it a doorway to the afterlife. But what use is a door if you can’t step through it?

  Hundreds have battled unimaginable odds to reach this place, including the blind shooter Henry Jones; the drunk and liar Roderick Quartershaft; that most holy, yet enigmatic of orders, the Brotherhood of Ruth; the inventor Lord Forset and his daughter Elisabeth; the fragile messiah Soldier Joe and his nurse Hope Lane.

  Of them all, Elwyn Wallace, a young man who only wanted to travel west for a job, would have happily forgone the experience. But he finds himself abroad in Hell, a nameless, aged gunslinger by his side. He had thought nothing could match the terror of his journey thus far, but time will prove him wrong.

  On the road to Hell, good intentions don’t mean a damn.

  ‘A Tour de Force... I could not put The Good, The Bad and The Infernal down. 10 out of 10.’

  Daily-Steampunk.com

  ‘Supernatural cowboys and steampunk Indians... saddle up for an enjoyable ride.’

  Starburst Magazine

  www.solarisbooks.com

 

 

 


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