Breaking news here in my corner of the cave – all 8 published Scream Street books are now available for Amazon’s Kindle e-reader!

Yes, it’s official – Scream Street has gone digital!

You can read all about the release for The Kindle in the publishing industry magazine, The Bookseller, here… http://bit.ly/d9rBqs

…and download the books for The Kindle or Kindle App on your iPhone, iPod or iPad, here… http://amzn.to/cXb3zx

Tommy

PS – Don’t forget you can also read the Scream Street books as standalone apps for the iPhone, iPod and iPad here… http://bit.ly/djj0ri

…and as ebooks for your computer via the Waterstones website here… http://bit.ly/2hFFt8

As if the pictures weren’t horrifying enough, further evidence of the humiliations of Mark, Tommy, Ali and myself at May’s Trapped By Monsters event at Lincoln Book Festival has just emerged in the form of this video, by Julie Catterson.

Thanks, Julie. You really shouldn’t have. ;D

Sam

PS: Mark has trained in Tae Kwon Do and knife-throwing. So I for one will not smirk or giggle until he’s safely out of the room. ;p

I found this on my drawing board this morning!

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Ok, so maybe it was a bit foolish to go exploring the caves without the proper equipment. I only wanted to see if I could spot some of the monsters described in the Acme Monster Book of Monster Spotting I got given last Christmas. Look what they’ve done to me. LOOK. I shall be writing to my MP about this, oh yes *SHAKES FIST*

I’ve spent a lot of time drawing monsters of late. Monsters are potentially very scary indeed, although the one you’ll see here has an element of cuteness, I think – hooves always temper a creature’s nastiness.

So this is the Jersey Devil, a meanie reported to have been sighted in the depths of the New Jersey pine forests. It’s quite terrifying, but the best part about this monster is that there’s a very faint chance that it’s real.

Cryptozoology is the study of mythological creatures (many of them monsters) and the search for the truth as to whether they once existed or actually still exist.

Creatures like the yeti, bigfoot, jersey devil and so on, all fall under the title of ‘cryptids’, and its these that I write about in the Mythical 9th Division books. Some cryptids are nasty – check out the goat-sucker (chupacabra) – and some cryptids are harmless, like the Loch Ness Monster. But it’s the not knowing whether they’re real or not that makes them interesting.

I’d love for them all to exist, because it would be lovely to know that there are still secrets to be found in this world. And because we don’t know for sure it makes the scary ones even scarier. After all, what would you do if you were lost in the South American jungle and the bloodsucking chupacabra emerged out of the darkness?

Hi guys!

I’m so busy writing Witchfinder 3: The Last Nightfall that I can’t hang around for long. Plus, the monsters have booked me in for target practise at 3pm. I’m the target, obviously! Not sure what projectiles they’ll be using yet… flaming arrows, poison-tipped javelins, or just plain old snot balloons. Please be the snot balloons… hmm, never thought I’d hear myself saying that!

Anyhoo – thought you might be interested in a pretty cool new competition up at the official Witchfinder site. All you have to do is answer a really easy question and you and 3 beastly buddies could win tickets for the world (in)famous London Ghost Walk led by Richard Jones, author of ‘Haunted Britain and Ireland’! I’ve been on the walk myself and, gotta say, it scared me stupid! Not a difficult task to achieve! For full details head on over to the site. Good luck!

THE UNSPEAKABLE HORROR!

A Trapped by Monsters story

With art usually by David Melling

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Me lurched over to one, er… one, two…  one, two…  Flug!  What come after two…?  OK, start again…

Me lurched over to lots of tables on which more than two aufors were strapped.  Me looked down at them.  Them looked up at me.  We looked and looked and looked, and them me fought it must be my turn to talk.

“Me will eat you!” me said, in a scary way.  Them looked scared.

“I don’t actually taste very good,” said one of the aufors.  Me don’t know her name, but she was wearing a shirt that said, ‘Buy The Clumsies by Sorrel Anderson – it’s really good‘, and a badge that said, ‘Hi – I’m Sorrel Anderson, author of The Clumsies‘ and a hat that said, ‘Stop me and ask if I’m Sorrel Anderson‘.  So, I fink it might have been Gillian Philip.

“No, I’m Gillian Philip!” said the aufor on the next table.  Me wondered how she had been reading my foughts, but then me realised me must have been finking with the outside voice again.

“Don’t forget me,” said the last aufor.  “My name’s Barnaby Richards, and I’m an illustrator – so I shouldn’t really be here at all!”

“Silence!” me roared.  These aufors were giving me a tummy ache in my head.  “Me and Rodney will eat you all!”  The first aufor pulled a ‘Sorrel Anderson souvenir handkerchief (3 for £4.99)’ from her pocket and blew her nose.

“Rodney?” asked Gillian Philip.  “Who’s Rodney?”

Then the door swung open and me looked to see Rodney slide in.  Rodney is my best friend.  He’s a blob monster with four eyes and no legs.  “Rodney is my best friend,” me said.  “He’s a blob monster with four eyes and no legs.”

Then somefink weird happened.  Rodney pulled off his head and it wasn’t really Rodney at all.

“I’m not really Rodney at all!” announced the person inside the Rodney costume.  Then he fumped me on the head wiv a big stick.  As me slumped to the floor, me watched in terror as another aufor stepped out of the hollow Rodney.

“Thanks!” grinned Barnaby Richards.  “But who are you, brave rescuer?”

“I’m Alex Milway,” replied the not-Rodney, “and I managed to escape from my own cell just in time, by the looks of things.  Now, follow me – I know where the others are…”

Then, as this looked-like-Rodney-but-wasn’t-Rodney stared down at me, everyfink went black.  Me like black.  It goes wiv anyfink.

It’s horrible, I tell you. Horrible.

As if things weren’t scary enough in here already, THIS turned up. Look at its eyes (now that it’s taken off its scary shades). This creature has death and diabolism in its fearsome gaze. Also, it isn’t cavetrained yet, so the smell is not improving. It claims to be called Milo but I believe its true name is Small Beelzebub. Be afraid. I am.

I found this on  my drawing board this morning!

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