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    Undergrowth
    Undergrowth
    Undergrowth
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    Undergrowth

    By William Kenney

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    A Horror Novella

    A madness had hung over the Dinbury house for years. After his father commits suicide in front of him and on a public street, Chet sets about trying to unravel the mystery of his father's insanity. What secrets lie hidden in his father's study, full of odd artifacts and books of ancient lore. What is that sickly sound that he hears in the night and why can't his wife hear it? Are the demons of madness now coming for him?

    Written in the style of H P Lovecraft and Poe. You will check under your bed after reading this book.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWilliam Kenney
    Release dateAug 17, 2012
    ISBN9781476066639
    Undergrowth
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    William Kenney

    William Kenney is an American writer of fantasy fiction. He writes mainly dark epic fantasy and has also written in the horror genre. Kenney began writing while in high school, trying his hand at novels in the science fiction and fantasy genre. After reading The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien, he began to focus on epic fantasy. In the year 2000 Kenney wrote A Dream of Storms, the first book of the In the Shadow of the Black Sun trilogy. This book was eventually published in July of 2011, with its sequel Shards of S'Darin being released a year later. 2014 saw the release of the final book in the trilogy called Mournenhile.William Kenney has also written 2 books in his Tales of Embremere series aimed at younger readers. Book one is entitled Embremere, with Return to Embremere being its sequel.Kenney has also published a horror novella called Undergrowth as an homage to H. P. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe, a horror novel called Ingheist and Die Dead Enough, a story of the zombie apocalypse.With co-author Stefain, William has created Maidenjade, a dark fantasy anthology series featuring thieves and assassins in a desperate city. Two books have been released so far.William Kenney is also an accomplished artist, having painted the covers to his own books as well as many by independent authors. He currently lives in the St. Louis area, is married and has two children.Twitter- @WilliamJKenneyBlog- AuthorWilliamKenney.blogspot.comWriters Circle- SkulldustCircle.blogspot.comVisit the Facebook page for A Dream of Storms at http://www.facebook.com/ADreamofStorms

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      Undergrowth - William Kenney

      UNDERGROWTH

      by

      William Kenney

      For HP and Edgar

      Also by William Kenney

      Tales of Embremere

      Book one: Embremere

      Book two: Return to Embremere

      The In the Shadow of the Black Sun saga:

      Book one: A Dream of Storms

      Book two: Shards of S'Darin

      Copyright 2012

      William Kenney

      Smashwords edition

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      AuthorWilliamKenney.Blogspot.com

      SkulldustCircle.Blogspot.com

      Twitter: @WilliamJKenney

      CHAPTER ONE

      Having ascertained much in regard to dark magic and ancient lore, I was not surprised and yet still repulsed at the sight I beheld beyond the ancient metal door. Emaciated and pale bodies hung there, their toes nearly scraping the dirty floor, suspended by iron hooks through the neck, their weight supported wholly by dislocated jawbones. Currents of air did not reach this far below the ground, yet the naked bodies swayed slightly as if touched by a breeze. The lantern I carried was near to dying, as I had reached a depth to where the fire and I could hardly breathe.

      Against all better judgment, I reached for the great iron handle, my fingers clasping its cold length and pulled, gently at first and then upon finding resistance, much harder. It moved not at all. I lowered the lantern's light to the door and saw the oddly-shaped keyhole. Like a fool, I reached into my pocket, removing the key and holding it in front of my face.

      'Nose troubles' is what my father would have called it, my insatiable curiosity. At one time, I believed that being too nosy is what caused his death in the end, that and drink, but now I knew the truth. Mother had not come out of the old house since his passing, sitting alone, singing to herself near the fireplace. Once he had found the things, nothing else held importance to him, only the solution to ending their existence. He had left his job, having spent twenty-odd years at the place, without a word, simply walked out with his coworkers staring, their jaws hanging slack. Not many of the townsfolk liked my father, it was true, his wiry and pale frame begged to be ridiculed, of which I inherited both. The sharp, hawk-like nose came from my mother’s side, which my father had pointed out on a consistent basis. I had learned much about the man and I no longer disliked him. I pitied him instead.

      On the day that my father took his life, a brisk day in October, I was away at a favorite bookstore of mine, not far from his place of employment. It was a hobby that I had acquired from him, in fact, the love of books and reading. It mattered not the subject or genre, fiction or no, I had always thirsted for knowledge or adventure.

      My God in heaven… the clerk had whispered as her eyes moved to the window of the store. Taking

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