Tarbabies Book 1: The Shadow Man of Ichabod Lane

That thing on the porch won’t go away. I called the police, but I don’t think they’re coming. They've got their hands full with the Manhattan quarantine, so they can’t waste their time on a nothing little town like Otterkill. That means it's up to me and the neighbors, and there are fewer of us every day. Fewer of us, and more of them. Every person we lose is one more monster to deal with. The Spiller family, the folks from the Retirement Center, even the Mathises' Rottweiler are now stalking the streets, waiting for someone to get too close. A single touch is all it takes. I don’t know which of my neighbors became the thing on the porch, and I suppose it doesn't matter. I've got to get out of here, but the Tarbabies are already showing up in Albany, and Philadelphia, and Pittsburgh. There’s nowhere left to run, and there’s no point in hiding. Not when the shadows themselves are after you.

About the Author

Allen R. Brady is a writer based in New York's Hudson Valley. In addition to the Tarbabies series, Allen is the author of The Fruithandler Time Engine, and a contributing member of the Air Pirates Radio Theater.

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