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Cradle by Joshua Skye

Hello everyone,

I am happy to be hosting a blog tour stop for Joshua Skye and his new book, Cradle. I am lucky to have the last of a five part series of letters about the story. You can find the other letters, in order, at ArmandRosamilia.com, Shah Wharton WordsinSync, The Sirens Song and The Road to Nowhere.

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The Cornelius Correspondence: Letter #5 of 5

Dear Cornelius,

It was beautifully unpleasant to read of your unnerving predicament. Have you dared venture from your dreary room to discover the origin of your scratching nocturnal visitations? I imagine you cautiously slipping your letters to me under your chamber door to your mother for her to mail for you. How long do you plan on dwelling in her basement, le sous-sol de la mère crédule? Even Shadows need to get out every once in a while, if nothing more than to avoid going stir-crazy. Perhaps she’s the one scratching at the door in some misguided attempt to get you out from in front of your video games and conspiracy theory websites. We all have our “mommy issues.” You know what the proverbial they say. If it’s not one thing, it’s the mother. Beware, my friend, there’s no scorn like… well, you get my point.

Of Monsters and Angels

What goes bump in the night has many different ethnicities, so to speak. The creatures in Cradle are not so far removed from the entities in Angels. Though not necessarily born of the same nocturnal or maternal cavity, they are siblings. The depths of the darkness from whence they all come unites them. They trick ‘r treat together, the cold fiends beneath their various guises share a common loathing of mankind. It’s not just because we’ve taken what they rightfully believe is theirs, this world such as it is. They all have individual hungers they seek to satiate as they lurk among us. Who better to feed upon than us? We offer a diverse flesh-bound buffet to a sundry of thirsty pallets. Man, woman, child. White, black, brown and every tone in between. Sectarian and secularist. Straight, gay, bisexual. Saint and sinner. There’s something for every fang to sink into, someone for every wicked desire.

I told you before that I love all the characters in my writings, even the evil doers, but that’s not necessarily true. There is something in Cradle so wicked only the vilest soul could find it unobjectionable in any possible way, and it is perhaps the hungriest of all the demons residing in Wren Township. It slithers with the devils in Angels, writhes in perverse tandem with them in their iniquitous ways. Just knowing it, stains you, not dissimilarly to the ways it stains the other characters in the book, my flawed angels Radley and Scotty. My heart goes out to them just as it does to my dearest Kincaid. Ah, Kincaid. How I love him so. He’s in Cradle too, you know? No one has heard the last of him, I assure you.

Eternally,

Joshua Skye

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Cradle

In the deepest vale of Crepuscule’s Cradle, in the cul-de-sac at the end of Direful Hollow Road, is a once grand Folk-Victorian home known as The Habersham House. It’s a place haunted by far more than rot and neglect – evil dwells here, an evil that craves children.

Eight-year-old Scott Michaels-Greene has a fascination for tales of the strange and unusual, especially local folklore. His favorite story is the one about Habersham House; a ruined old place where many curious children have disappeared.

Hours away from Crepuscule’s Cradle, in Philadelphia, author Radley Barrette has just lost the love of his life to a random act of violence. Amongst his endowments from Danny’s estate is an old house in the backwoods of Pennsylvania, Habersham House. Though grief stricken at leaving behind the only home he and Danny had ever known, he knows he cannot remain in the city. Besides, the isolation may be just what he needs to clear his mind of the writer’s block he’s suffering from.

Crepuscule’s Cradle is not as he imagined. The locals are inhospitable. The skeletal forest surrounding it is as unwelcoming as the town. And the house itself – there is something menacing, something angry inhabiting it with him, and it’s hungry. Radley’s world slowly begins to unravel; the fringes of his reality begin to fray. In the midst of his breakdown, a local boy with an unhealthy fascination for Habersham House begins sneaking around and the evil residing within has taken notice.

Blending fantasy with horror, Crepuscule’s Cradle is the darkest of fairy tales. The morbidity of classic folklore and contemporary style weaves a web of slowly encroaching unease. Radley Barrette’ winter bound home is more than a haunted house, and Crepuscule’s Cradle is more than a mere horror tale. It’s a bedtime story that will pull you into its icy embrace, lull you into a disquiet state, and leave you shivering in the dark.

Cradle is available online at:

Amazon: US | UK | Australia | Canada | Germany | Italy | France | Spain | Japan | Mexico | Brazil | India | The Netherlands

Amazon Print: US | UK | Canada | Germany | Italy | France | Spain | Japan | Mexico | Brazil | India

Barnes & Noble (Print & eBook)

Kobo

iTunes

Smashwords

Josh

About the Author – Award winning, bestselling author Joshua Skye was born in Jamestown, New York. Growing up, he split his time between Pennsylvania and Texas. Ultimately he settled in the DFW area with his partner, Ray – of nearly two decades, and their son Syrian. They share their lives with two dogs, Gizmo and Gypsy, and a chinchilla named Bella. Skye’s short fiction has appeared in numerous anthologies including Childhood Nightmares: Under the Bed, and periodicals such as The Sirens Call. He is the author of over ten critically acclaimed novels, among them The Angels of Autumn that takes place in the same nightmarish universe as Cradle.

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  1. October 30, 2015 at 6:38 PM

    Thank you for hosting Joshua, Leonard!

  1. June 1, 2016 at 5:06 PM

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