Christina Bergling

On the anniversary of her sister's death, Talia returns home after curfew, bloodied and bruised. She's desperate to keep it from her parents; she knows what they'll do.But when Autumn and Colin realize what's happened to their daughter, they don't intend to stay idle.Leaving Talia with friends, her parents go after the monsters who hurt their child ... but they never expected to find real monsters. They aren't prepared for what is behind the urban legends of Red Walls House. Monsters with white eyes, clawed fingers, and sizzling tongues who ate pieces of their daughter.Now it's Talia and her friends who must return to Red Walls House on a rescue mission. Talia's just praying she can get everyone out of there alive.Graphic, gory horror with an emotional heart, Red Walls portrays family trauma as it both unites and almost destroys Talia's family.

On the anniversary of her sister's death, Talia returns home after curfew, bloodied and bruised. She's desperate to keep it from her parents; she knows what they'll do.But when Autumn and Colin realize what's happened to their daughter, they don't intend to stay idle.Leaving Talia with friends, her parents go after the monsters who hurt their child ... but they never expected to find real monsters. They aren't prepared for what is behind the urban legends of Red Walls House. Monsters with white eyes, clawed fingers, and sizzling tongues who ate pieces of their daughter.Now it's Talia and her friends who must return to Red Walls House on a rescue mission. Talia's just praying she can get everyone out of there alive.Graphic, gory horror with an emotional heart, Red Walls portrays family trauma as it both unites and almost destroys Talia's family.

In the apocalyptic fallout of the burned world, the screecher is a massive beast evolved to kill and built for survival. One screecher abandons its home among the crushed remnants of a city and moves to explore the wider world. Unbeknownst to it, one of its surviving nephews decides to tag along.Far away, across the dusty sand dunes, three men flee the smoldering ashes of their community along with their regrets, looking for a new place to survive.These two stories, of screechers and humans, alternate and dance around each other before the creatures and men intersect and weave into one story.In the scorched remains, everything struggles to survive. The end of the world produced mutated monsters beyond imagination. When worlds collide, when man meets monster, who will survive in this new world?

An incredibly touching, yet unapologetically brutal trek through a post-apocalyptic wasteland of a civilization that once was. Two strangers, reliant upon each other for survival face impossible odds, driven by little more than the primitive desire to live, are hunted by vicious hoardes of those who were once human - savages... Mindless murdering savages. Are they zombies? Are they still human? Whatever the other survivors have become, they no longer speak; they only kill and live like animals. Parker and Marcus navigate through the ruins and battle through these lingering savages with no answers, searching for the last strain of humanity. Until one discovery changes everything... The infant's cry shatters their already destroyed world. For Parker, the babe invokes the ghosts of her dead husband and sons. For Iraq war veteran Marcus, the child embodies his hope and gives him innocence to protect. For both, they struggle to determine if faded notions like romance can even still exist in this bleak, dying world. In this grim post-apocalyptic portrait, the survivors face the horror of not knowing what happened to the world around them as they question whether humanity was ever human at all.

Beatrix woke up in a small metal cage, a persistent dripping sound her only company. Lost in the darkness. Reeling to remember. She had been leaving work to celebrate her promotion, a promotion that was the culmination of her entire ruthless, driven career; a promotion that would cement her status with her marketing firm enough for her to take her relationship with her girlfriend out of the lesbian closet. Beatrix had finally made it. And then she was here, disoriented and petrified in a black she could not define.Yet the reality of her Master may be even more terrifying than the crushing darkness and enveloping isolation. He appears as an ominous shadow in the doorway of her cell, and he never speaks to her. Instead, he teaches her the language of pain and torture, of submission and obedience, of domination and possession With each passing day, the fight and hope in Beatrix begins to shrivel and wane. With each savage beating, her survivalist instincts rise up to overwhelm the person she was. With each dehumanizing condition, she begins to forget who she was and the life from which she was ripped. Can Beatrix ward off the psychological breakdown of her Master? Can she resist the temptation to survive and thrive through submission? Either Beatrix will succeed at surviving and escaping the torments of her Master or her Master will succeed at breaking her completely and reforming her into his design for a human possession.