Carl Kolchak, whether he wants the mantle or not, is the world's premier supernatural investigator. Vampires, werewolves, witches, demons, he has seen it all. Or ... has he? Can even all the horrors he has stumbled across prepare him for the monstrous denizens of the Lovecraft Mythos, let alone its most damned volume, the Necronomicon?

BATTLING BOXING STORIES presents 15 of the most intense and hard-hitting stories about the puglisitic arts collected in one place and written by some of the best of today's new crop of exciting writers. The stories in this book highlight all types of boxers and all aspects of the sport, from amateur bouts and illegal street fights, to heavyweight championship events. These are wonderful stories with unforgettable characters who are full of passion and emotion, action and rage--heartfelt tales about real people fighting for their lives, their honor, and sometimes their very souls. Each story captures that rare magic--the combination of violence and magesty that takes place in the boxing ring. Your ears will still be ringing with the sting of these battles long after you finish this book The authors featured include: Wayne D. Dundee, Stan Trybulski, Ron Fortier, Robert S. P. Lee, G. D. McFetridge, Arlette Lees, Terence Butler, Marc Spitzer, C. J. Henderson, Gary Lovisi, Garnett Elliott, Penelope Stanhope, Michael A. Black, Lonni Lees, and William Boyle.

Reluctant to be left alone again, each one of the cowed squatters refused point-blank to advance another inch toward the scene of unholy worship, so Inspector Legrasse and his nineteen colleagues plunged on unguided into black arcades of horror that none of them had ever trod before." - H. P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu" Spawned from the classical horror-hunt of Inspector Legrasse, in H. P. Lovecraft's seminal tale, now his further adventures have been taken directly from the original notes of Professor William Channing Webb of the American Archaeological Association and written up for your edification by author C. J. Henderson, the dedicated chronicler who has exhaustively reported the occult adventures of Anton Zarnak, Jack Hagee and Teddy London, amongst many others. These seven tales details the epic confrontation of an unsuspecting mankind with the unimaginable horrors of the Cthulhu Mythos. After a wait of over half a century, from the combined hands of H. P. Lovecraft and C. J. Henderson, finally comes the answers to all the maddening riddles of the legendary first tale of the Mythos www.cjhenderson.com - Your first stop for information on C. J. Henderson

In Volume VI of C.J. Henderson's compelling Cabin Series, readers will discover what happens to Patty, Tuesday, Annabelle and Aunt Aggie as they struggle in the shadow of the menacing Jacob McCallister. With plenty of gripping plot twists and turns, the final installment provides a satisfying conclusion to this harrowing tale of his greed, rage, and cruelty in the surrounding remote area of Winding Ridge.

From C. J. Henderson, author of two previous books in the Cabin series--a new novel set in the hills of West Virginia, a story about men and women and the secrets they keep . . . (DAISY AND AGGIE) started up the mountain, each carrying a bag with Aggie's meager possessions, although these days she had more clothing than she'd ever had. Joe was more thoughtful of the women's needs than Jacob had ever been. Under Jacob's care she'd posesssed only a few feedsack dresses. Now she had a few storebought ones and shoes that fit properly, and Joe had bought her a hairbrush, hand mirror, and comb. The mirror was the only one the women had ever seen except for the old one Daisy had allways cherished. It was so old and faded it gave a distorted view, revealing only a hazy image. They opened the door--it had no lock on it when Booker had rentd it and it had none now. Daisy gasped. "Look at this." The cabin was spotlessly clean, and it looked more like a room pictured in a magazine than Aggie's cabin. "I've done died an' gone to heaven, so I have," Aggie said with her hand over her heart. "Tell me I'm not dreamin'." Daisy walked around the one-room cabin and touched everything, while Aggie stood and stared. The Bookers were apparently gone for good, as thier personal items were gone. Even though they had left the generator running, the best thing was they had left the lovely furniture behind--maybe because they had discarded the old homemade furniture Aggie had used all her life.

After being brought up in poverty on the mountains above Winding Ridge, Patty is living an unaccustomed life of comfort and prosperity in Tuesday's suburban home, but she cannot completely relax, aware as she is of the looming menace of Jacob McCallister. Her haunting dreams foretell the fulfillment of his threat to hold Tuesday and her once again under his total control. The echo of his warning hangs over their everyday lives. The stress of living under the cloud of being taken back to the remote mountain cabin gives fodder to Patty's dreams, and her night screams keep Tuesday in constant dread. Patty's enjoyment of her time with Tuesday is short lived. On a quiet night, McCallister steals into their home and brings life as they know it to an end. Knowing that Detective Cliff Moran could lead the authorities straight to his mountain home, McCallister enlists Aunt Aggie as an accomplice and takes his little, unwilling family to a place called Broad Run, where Patty will meet her destiny. Neither Moran nor the authorities would associate Broad Run with McCallister, who keeps his women and children in a remote cabin nestled above the small town of Winding Ridge, while he has been spending most of his time living comfortably in a modern home, indulging himself with the large sums of money he has gleaned from the diabolical use of his family. As the story unfolds, Patty and Tuesday are reunited with Annabelle, Rose, Daisy, Joe, Sara, and Aunt Aggie-the much -loved characters who continue to keep the readers of The Cabin Series clamoring for the next exciting installment.

Professor Piers Knight is the Brooklyn Museum's very own Indiana Jones. His specialties include lost civilizations, arcane cultures, and more than a little bit of the history of magic and mysticism. What his contemporaries don't know is that in addition to being a scholar of all these topics, he is also proficient in the uses of magical artifacts.

Knight receives a chilling message from Tian Lu, a former lover and an agent for the Chinese government. Years ago, they made a frightening discovery at an archeological dig when out of the depths rose... a living, fire-breathing dragon. Now, the dragons are waking from their slumber before their scheduled time. And one particularly diabolical dragon is set on eliminating the others and taking over the world.

As civilization plunges into panic, Knight, Lu, Knight's seventeen-year-old techie intern George Rainert, and an untrustworthy dragon ally must use all their resources-- magical and otherwise--to stop the destruction before it's too late.

Cabin V - I am Jacob is the fifth novel in The Cabin Series. The story takes place in the beautiful Appalachian mountains, and a small city eighty miles away. It reveals the best and worst of human nature.

PATTY COULDN'T TELL WHETHER THERE WERE PEOPLE LIVING IN THE house or not, but it was definitely the house she was looking for and obviously still under construction. The newness and grandeur of the house itself seemed odd, as it had been restored over an old stone foundation and built on grounds that had been neglected for years. Ornate gothic gates, attached to a seven-foot, ancient wrought-iron fence surrounding the property, stood one at each end of a brick driveway with weeds that, sprouting along the entire expanse, made it evident that the fence and gates had been put up in the distant past and were rarely used now. The driveway met Route Seven at the beginning and at the end, forming a horseshoe. Each of the gates, wide enough to accommodate a car, was securely locked, but there was a third one, a narrow opening to an overgrown footpath near one end of the driveway, and it was invitingly ajar. Patty pulled to the side of the road and climbed from the car. As she stood there wondering what to do next, she realized that the scene around her was hauntingly familiar. The hair stood up on the back of her neck as she surveyed the abandoned road, aware that the wind was whipping up, causing dead leaves to swirl around her feet in little funnel clouds. Her breath caught in her throat. She was standing in her own nightmare.