title: Sinister Stitches: a collection of short horror stories (Shadow Fabric Mythos)
author:  Mark Cassell 
description: Mark Cassell lives in a rural part of the UK where he often dreams of dystopian futures, peculiar creatures, and flitting shadows. Primarily a horror writer, his steampunk, dark fantasy, and SF stories have featured in several anthologies and ezines. His best-selling debut novel, <i>The Shadow Fabric</i>, is closely followed by the popular short story collection, <i>Sinister Stitches</i>, and are both only a fraction of an expanding mythos of demons, devices, and deceit. <br /><br /> The dystopian sci-fi short story collection, <i>Chaos Halo 1.0: Alpha Beta Gamma Kill</i>, is in association with Future Chronicles Photography where he works closely with their models and cosplayers. <br /><br /> His work has been compared with British horror authors such as James Herbert, Clive Barker, Dennis Wheatley, and Brian Lumley. Also, his influences spread over to the US where he admits to having been first inspired by Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Dan Simmons, and H P Lovecraft.
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  St. Martin’s Press
  
  
  
  
  
  THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ALL OF THE CHARACTERS, ORGANIZATIONS, AND EVENTS
  
  
  PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY ARE EITHER PRODUCTS OF THE AUTHOR’S IMAGINATION OR ARE
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  FICTITIOUSLY.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Turned at Dark”
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright © 2011 by C. C. Hunter.
  
  
  
  
  
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  ISBN: 978-1-4299-9647-1
  
  
  
  
  
  **Contents**
  
  
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  **Begin Reading**
  
  
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  **Preview**
  
  
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  **About the Author**
  
  
  
  
  
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  Sixteen-year-old Della Tsang had never seen a ghost until she saw her dead
  cousin zip across the street and duck into the alley. If it hadn’t been for
  the streetlight spitting out its spray of wattage overhead, she might have
  missed him.
  
  
  
  
  
  And if it hadn’t been for a scar that ran along his chin, she might have
  thought it was just someone who looked like Chan