Bone Marrow Stew

The dark feast is ready. The cauldron is smoldering. Ladle yourself a full of bowl of Bone Marrow Stew and savor every mouthful of gut and grue, every crawling strand of meat and maggoty bite of flesh. The gravy is thick, rich, and noxious, blood-seeped and foul beyond measure. The aroma that of bone dust and corpse slime, insects and puppet eyes, snake oil and the bile of resurrection. Finish every last drop. You have been warned.

Stories included in this collection:
REIGN OF THE EATER
RED SEA
THE EYES OF HOWARD CURLIX
THE CHATTERING OF TINY TEETH
NOT SUGAR, SPICE, OR ANYTHING NICE
PIT CREW
LONG IN THE TOOTH
THE RESURRECTION MAN
LITTLE MISS WICKED
THE ARCHITECT OF PESTILENCE
NIGHT AND FOG
QUEEN OF SPADES
THE WRECK OF THE GHOST
ONE DARK SEPTEMBER NIGHT…
MIGRATION
THE PUPPETEER
THE LEGEND OF BLACK BETTY