Washed Up On Dark Shores

Look here. Three fools come for a reckoning.DANNY staggering through life, wounded in a way that everyone can plainly see. Danny crawling through filth to bear witness to even filthier things. Danny trying to feel something. Danny being offered a choice he knows he's going to screw up.IRINA involiate. Irina sealed off from the world since she was seven. Irina wanting to burn it all down since she was nine. Now, she has her chance, but at what price?MARTA fighting. First for duty. Then for cash. Now, because it is the only way she can keep the past at bay. Marta trying to outrun the screams in her head.Watch now, as these three come to the house built by greed. The house where they will get everything they ever wanted, and discover why no one should ever be granted that wish.Welcome to the BLACK HOUSE.Welcome to hell on earth.— PRAISE —"e;What if Bright Lights, Big City-era Jay McInerney wrote an Ira Levin occult thriller? You'd have this True Long Island story!"e;    —Nick Mamatas, author of I Am Providence and The Second Shooter"e;Unrelenting and filled with relatable characters, Washed up on Dark Shores is a deep dive into commercialism and corporate greed with a heavy dose of cosmic horror. Wood's prose is addictive from the first sentence to the last. Make time to read when you pick it up, because you won't want to put it down until you turn the last page."e;    —T. Frohock, author of the Los Nefilim series."e;Jonathan Wood's prose accelerates at the speed of a locomotive and you're tied to the tracks up ahead with only a dull knife, a broken flashlight and a prayer as your hope to escape."e;   —Elad Haber, author of The World Outside"e;I felt like I'd lost a fight after reading, with all the gut punches."e;   —Sarah R. New, author of Hypochondria"e;Washed Up On Dark Shores is an intoxicating collision of corporate thriller, cosmic nightmare, and bitter truth; a furious howl into a ravenous and bottomless abyss."e;   —Dale Lucas, author of First Watch"e;This book will place a bomb in your heart."e;     —Paul Jessup, author of Rustbelt Gothic