Twilight Tales

By Chancery Stone

Twilight Tales is a magical collection of dark fairy tales set in the shadowy woods of urban highways and faceless corridors. Skillfully painted in a Halloween palette of bonfire orange and steely grey, these mystical tales are a journey into an unrelenting darkness where the monsters are the beasts within ourselves....

Sister Esau: Beware the wolf, for he walks amongst us, even in the light. So just who is watching the comely Sister Esau as she walks the sterile corridors of the dental hospital with her stainless-steel bowls of teeth...

The Cameo: In an old store in Paris, a tourist is fascinated by the cameo of a beautiful girl who seems to be looking right back at him...

The True Story of Doctor Foster: An old man seeks for the way back to the tenth dimension in a rain-soaked Gloucester Road...

Candy: A journalist goes in search of Violet Rose the rock-maker’s daughter under the salt-corroded colonnades of twilight Brighton. But all is not as it seems in this costal underworld, and the lines between reality and fantasy become distinctly blurred in the hot nightclubs of this very erotic tale...

The Waiting Room: Somewhere, deep in the festering rain, a little girl sits waiting in the waiting room, curtailing her hunger until someone finally comes...

Citronella: A dwarf stalks a tall woman in spiked glass heels around the concrete forests of suburban London...

“Chilling, atmospheric and erotic. An unholy alliance between Ray Bradbury’s The October Country and Angela Carter’s The Bloody Chamber...”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Poison Pixie Publishing
• Release date: Mar 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476233741

Chancery Stone

Chancery Stone likes wading about in darkness. She always has. Equally well, she loves the magical powers of redemption, particularly self-redemption. She has a particular fondness for heroes (of either sex) who don’t let anyone fuck with them. This does not involve kick-boxing, vampirism, government agencies or a sociopathic knowledge of firearms. Instead this involves going their own way, in their own time, to their own tune and realising that if God is watching it’s only to see if you’re one of the smart ones. Chancery Stone was born half a lifetime ago in a quaint Scottish fishing hamlet known as East Kilbride, where she would run wild and untrammelled about the hills, picking heather and singing in the Gaelic. In her spare time, between making moss dyes and raising nursling quails, she ran a child sex club. She was a child herself at this time, of course, and therefore has managed to evade the long arm of the law. At least thus far. The Dirty Club had a simple remit: sex, sex and more sex. Limited as it was by her age and ignorance, this chiefly involved urolagnia, exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation, bondage, homosexuality, frottage, fingering, nudism, paedophilia, ritualistic power games, domination, bullying, more humiliation and more urolagnia. In fact, altogether too much urolagnia. She was outed several times – by children to other children, and by adults who really didn’t like that sort of thing. Driven underground at the age of twelve she became a sad academic recluse and took up reading savage and horrific literature and absolutely anything with sex in it. Then there was wider reading. And yet more reading. And sick three-novels-a-day-habit style reading. And a lot of theatre. And then back to sex again – sex and more sex – extended by now to contain the more missionary and conventional forms thereof. Eventually she got sick of reading (but, somehow, never of sex) and decided to write instead, and then all of this life-strangely-lived started to spiral out of her, backwards, onto paper. We expect that once the DANNY QuadrilogyTM is finally done she will turn out some very interesting books in the vein of “Moss Dyeing for Beginners“ and “Quail Baby, Fly Away Home.” And after that there will be death.

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