Cold House

In a dark, strange city which may exist, in a time which may have been, in a cold, cold house as big as Cleveland, on streets the color of blood, among a thousand ghosts, and people who watch but barely speak, a man and a woman, separated by nightmare, search for each other and find an eternal winter, faces they do not recognize, love, torment, sacrifice. The people in this city are everywhere this morning. Thousands of them moving through the streets like a river, flowing here and flowing there, in pink and brown and gray, in and out of the townhouses, in and out of the row-houses. And so quiet. I open the window and I can’t hear a thing. Such a great moving mass should at least produce a breeze. They’re like blood flowing. "I loved Michael and he loved me, and the question is, do we still love each other even though one of us is dead?"

From the Publisher

Cold House exemplifies what T.M. Wright is capable of when he’s working at his own singular level of full-tilt boogie—when Wright Gets It Exactly Right, so to speak—when the spell he casts is not just a spell but a goddamn net. In which you, I promise, reader, will happily flounder. –From the Introduction by award-winning author Jack Ketchum

About the Author

T.M. (Terry) Wright is considered by many to be the modern master of "quiet horror." His twenty-eight novels include Strange Seed, A Manhattan Ghost Story, Boundaries, Goodlow’s Ghosts, Laughing Man, and The House on Orchard Street (forthcoming, Leisure Books). Several reviewers have called T.M. "the best ghost story writer alive today," and he’d be the first to agree (though with appropriate humility, of course). T.M. is a grandfather of five, a Zen Buddhist, vegetarian tree-hugger who can’t rollerskate worth a damn, but who will, if asked, do a basso profundo recitation of his own poetry; and he constructs wonderful miniature houses, of various periods (suitable for gift-giving), built entirely from his old book manuscripts, glue, paint, and lots of patience. He’s currently at work on his twenty-ninth novel, Finding Duncan. He lives in Honeoye, NY, and like billions around the globe, is head over heels in love.

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