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If the American Civil War wasn't horrible enough on its own, the Atrocissimus made it even more so by inserting its foul creatures into the nightmarish mix...  Mess   As he sat on a rickety chair, Fletcher Marshall lit his pipe outside the barn that was being used as an impromptu field hospital. He could hear the flames roaring and the collected shrieks as hundreds of wounded were burned alive not a mile away, and he could smell the odor of roasting flesh. Though it was around one o’clock in the morning, the farm on which the II Corps hospital had been arranged was illuminated by an orange glow that made it look like daylight would soon break. The air was clouded with a smoky haze from the fires as the odor of searing flesh mixed freely with that of the burning woods. If there ever was a hell on earth, Fletcher thought, then surely it was in this horrifying place. The year prior at Gettysburg, Fletcher had heard similar shrieks of pain and terror coming from wounded men in

The cover art for my next book, All-American Werewolf , was just released today. It continues the exploration of the Atrocissimus we started previously and delves into even darker, more twisted corners of it than we've peered into before. The book will be available later this summer. So, as always, I need to ask you, my Dear Friend: Are you ready?