Richard Pett

Welcome to Brine, an impossible and decaying city where death need not be the end. Even as the city expands, the citizens' unrest grows. And the phantasmagorical lands Between will tolerate the city’s intrusion no longer. 

Between. A shadow realm of nightmare and madness. Always there, just on the other side of the mirror, but its inhabitants have their own ideas. Pulled back into a world of intrigue and terror, can an investigator unravel the secrets of his murdered love? Maybe if he can survive the terrors from Between long enough.

Everything’s about to break.

Crooked

Richard Pett's Crooked is complete and ready to grab on with all tentacles and pull you in. It's a tale of weird horror set in a pseudo-Victorian fantasy world. It's equal parts Lovecraft and Conan-Doyle. Steampunk? Maybe, but I prefer to think of it as corpsepunk. You'll never see your reflection the same way again. 

What does author Ed Greenwood have to say about it? "... many great tales have shown us creepy, fascinating, seedy, secret-filled cities. Crooked gives us Brine, a place I sure wouldn't want to live in, but I can’t stop wanting to read more about. Gripping characters... [and] monsters, monsters, and more monsters!... not to be missed."

You can get your copy in print or e-publication through this Kickstarter.

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1557256029/crooked-and-other-oddities-from-broken-eye-books 

The doors to the Empire Museum closed decades ago, but in the ochre glow of the pyrebeetle lanterns, the exhibits still stare and occasionally move. Fueled by the sweat of the low-caste factory workers, the city of Brine hovers over the edge of a thousand, thousand millwheels fueled by the twice-daily cascade of tidal waters.

In Brine, even death cannot end toil. The carcasses of horses blankly pull the cabs of the wealthy. Dead workers lurch in the factories, fueling the ever-growing Empire. With no more land to claim, the puppet queen has decreed another kind of expansion: a darker path into the lands Between.

But in the shadow of Empire’s expansion, this new land’s strange inhabitants stare hatefully out at the invaders. Slowly, they begin to step out of the reflections, out of the smog-shrouded alleys. Fighting back.

And in the museum, dead things begin to stir once more.