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If you've escaped the stories long enough to want a chat, or simply to spew some venom, this is the place.

Whether you've found a typo, enjoyed a particularly sinister piece of writing, want to read one of my novels in full, or simply wish to chat with the man behind the pen, my inbox is always open.

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If I don't answer immediately, I'm probably grappling with a new nightmare at my desk beneath the library... or being dragged through a muddy field by an overenthusiastic rescue dog.

Either way, rest assured, the darkness always calls back.

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