Metallic Nights

After roaming the darkness for 2 years after the sudden passing of her father, 20 year-old Susan White joined Rhinehardt Amusements as a way to keep her father's memory alive. She entered a world that thrives on secrecy and nomadic ways. Setting up the carnival in Rocky Creek, Indiana, one of the carnies is murdered... setting of a string of events that leads to suffering greater than a soul can imagine. Monsters lurk everywhere in this society and they aren't always the scary fiends you are taught to fear as a child. Sometimes, the monsters lurk behind trusted faces. Weave through the nightmares and the realities and see society through another's eyes. A supernatural horror story, "Metallic Nights" is sure to keep you interested.

From the Inside Flap

Every society has its tales of monster and monstrosities. With the birth of each midnight fog, a birth of another horror tale graces its muddied shadows. Sometimes, that horror lies within the unknown of a terrible tragedy... or... sometimes, it lies within an elusive society. I have seen many faces grow in pallor in the want of understanding. Such fools who dive head on into this world wishing to see the answers to all that has ever been. In such trepidation, stories are born. Some souls will pass those stories on as truths while others will stretch the events and weave magnificent, fictional novels. The writer of "The Never -Ending Story" had it correct when said "We are all a part of a never ending story." Though circumstances may change, or even end in this existence, the events live on and take a life of their own. Mankind is obsessed with morbid details and thrives on horror. No one ever looked twice at a good deed being done for someone... but change the circumstances to those someoones as being in a horrible accident... and traffic will slow down, radio DJs will announce a play by play account and news helicopters will record it for constant replay. Mankind is inherently evil. Not hellfire evil - but the necessary amount that tweaks our intuition and survival. That primal fear that burns eternal in our bellies and readies our souls. We are all a part of a twisted sideshow that stretches the world over. We are the performers, geeks and slime balls. We are the downtrodden, the short, the tall, the skinny and the fat. We are the pierced, the tattooed, the flexible and the deformed. We are the crooks, the smooth talkers, the mentally ill and the incredibly cunning. Every society, indeed every generation, weaves its tales of monsters. The greatest mother of monstrosities, is the carnival. Forever eluding the "normalness" that people associate with life, the carnival seeks the edge. It seeks the edge of reason and sometimes, the edge of sanity. It travels in packs as though feral animals seeking life. This is the greatest mystifier to Man. Shadows stretch and moan and locals retell the disappearance of their best friends, cousin's sister's roommate in the Dark House. Sometimes, this fear is completely unfounded, and lives of hardworking people are judged unfairly as fights erupt. Sometimes, the gossip is true. There are towns out there that gravitate as though great black holes. The land long spoiled with hatred and intolerance. These towns lie in wait as though great spiders upon a web... ignoring certain souls that pass through... but pouncing when a ripe one tickles its fangs and desires. Windows serve as eyes and trees as teeth. Roads are the great tongue of a many tongued beast. Those who are unfortunate enough to find residency in these ruined towns become but mere damned souls. Trapped in lives that appear as normal, but secretly, their soul is lost to the dead and decaying. Rocky Creek is such a town. Pain peeling from businesses and roads cracking. This has always been a depressed place. History books will only remember the history where blood has stained memory. No one will remember JFK's first word, only his last breath... No one will remember Dahmer's favorite sports team, only the horrors locked away in freezers. The fall of empires, the defeats and spoils of war and a series of unfortunate events line the pages of any history book on any library shelf. We raise our children up with the distant blood cry. Are we trying to teach them with these mistakes, or preparing them for future ones? ...This is the tale of Rocky Creek - a virtual mirage of life among the dead. A town where the damned continue to live as though in perfect era. It begins with the arrival of the carnival.

From the Back Cover

"Metallic Nights" is the story that unravels on a carnival midway in a small town in Indiana. Good and evil converge where nightmares and dreams clash. The scariest beasts are not always the monsters that we are taught to fear. Sometimes, the greatest evil can reside in the most admired public face.

About the Author

Author, Lori Maynard, is from the small town of Alexandria, Indiana. This book was inspired by her time traveling with a carnival when she was 18 years-old. Lori is also a poet and has published multiple book of poety.

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