Greener Pastures

In his striking debut collection, Greener Pastures, Michael Wehunt shows why he is a powerful new voice in horror and weird fiction.

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Synopsis:

From the round-robin, found-footage nightmare of “October Film Haunt: Under the House” to the jazz-soaked “The Devil Under the Maison Blue,” selected for both The Year’s Best Dark Fantasy & Horror and Year’s Best Weird Fiction, these beautifully crafted, emotionally resonant stories speak of the unknown encroaching upon the familiar, the inscrutable power of grief and desire, and the thinness between all our layers. Where nature rubs against small towns, in mountains and woods and bedrooms, here is strangeness seen through a poet’s eye.

They say there are always greener pastures. These stories consider the cost of that promise.

Read the title story "Greener Pastures".

Table of Contents:

Of Insects, Angels, and People Too Tired to Go On (Introduction) by Simon Strantzas
Beside Me Singing in the Wilderness
Onanon
Greener Pastures
A Discreet Music
The Devil Under the Maison Blue
October Film Haunt: Under the House
Deducted From Your Share in Paradise
The Inconsolable
Dancers
A Thousand Hundred Years
Bookends
Story Notes from Michael Wehunt

Praise:

Michael Wehunt’s Greener Pastures is a wonderful collection of quietly creepy tales that are mature and smart enough to let their effects linger. An impressive debut. Just stay away from that house where your favorite weird horror movie was filmed, okay?
Paul Tremblay, author of A Head Full of Ghosts and Disappearance at Devil’s Rock

*2017 Crawford Award short list title*
*2016 Shirley Jackson Award nominee*

Metadata:

ISBN: 978-1-937009-54-0
Pp: 238
Cover art by Michael Bukowski

About the Author:

Michael Wehunt grew up in North Georgia, close enough to the Appalachians to feel them but not quite easily see them. There were woods, and wood smoke, and warmth. He did not make it far when he left, falling sixty miles south to the lost city of Atlanta, where there are fewer woods but still many trees. He lives with his partner and his dog and too many books, among which Robert Aickman fidgets next to Flannery O'Connor on his favorite bookshelf.His fiction has appeared in various places, such as The Year's Best Dark Fantasy & Horror, The Year's Best Weird Fiction, Cemetery Dance, and The Mammoth Book of Cthulhu. Visit him at www.michaelwehunt.com.