A Graveyard Visible by Steve Conoboy
The graveyard visible from Caleb’s bedroom window grows a little bigger each day. He sees funerals there every evening, but nobody is dying. Misha, the strange girl who lives there with her grandfather, takes an unwanted interest in Caleb, and he can’t shake her off. But he’s sure those peculiar mourners, the same ones at each graveside every time, are forcing her into rituals against her will… Caleb, still reeling from the death of his mother, soon finds himself deep in a world of the dead in this chilling YA horror novel; will it be too late for him to climb back out?
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“Surreal, Supernatural Literate Horror”
Five Star Review on Amazon by Mallory A. Haws
A GRAVEYARD VISIBLE is a literate horror story, a surreal portrait of coming of age, pariah status, and intellect. It is also the story of a tiny depressing town, and of a strange–even bizarre–cemetery, where the impossible occurs. Young Caleb lives in a house overlooking that graveyard, with a psychologically and verbally abusive father, grieving his late mother. Mischa is the highly intelligent but much maligned granddaughter of the cemetery keeper. And the cemetery itself? Growing, literally. New funerals almost every night. New burials under antique headstones. A few mourners. And the cemetery just keeps expanding, measurably… A supernatural suspense in a setting that should be impossible..
I reviewed a digital ARC generously provided by the publisher via NetGalley, at no cost, obligation, or remuneration. I opted to review this title.
About the Author
Prologue: My parents met. (Prologues are never much use.)
Chapter One: I am born. The world blinks.
Chapter Two: I toddle. I am introduced to the works of Richard Scarry. The illustrations burn themselves into my tiny mind. This is followed by an intense interest in Winnie the Pooh and the Radio Times.
Chapter Three: Beanos and Dandys and tape recorders enter my life. I read the comic strips aloud, record these performances. Leads to writing my own stories, which are mostly about spaceships or murderous snakes.
Chapter Four: Santa brings a Commodore 64. Writing is forgotten.
Chapter Five: Teenage nerdism strikes. Dragonlance Chronicles are read. An attempt is made to copy them. Results are dreadful.
Chapter Six: Off to university to study ancient history and archaeology. Hat and whip not received. Complaints about this are ignored. University mostly a waste of time, apart from hours spent writing apocalyptic horror-comedy on 386 PC. It’s great.
Chapter Seven: Apocalyptic horror-comedy sent out to literary agents. None are interested. The novel not great. Mostly a waste of time.
Chapter Eight: A long period filled with much writing and many submissions and plenty of rejection letters. Decide I can’t stand prologues as they’re never much use.
Chapter Nine: Short stories accepted by Polluto, Voluted Tales and Kzine. Prompts a vigorous interest in Kindle Direct Publishing. The first release is Macadamian Pliers, YA horror with an emphasis on creepy, spooky and other spooky things.
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