The Monster Society: From the Ashes

by A.G. Carpenter | Apr 16, 2017

Henrietta crossed the muddy yard between the house and the barn, weaving back and forth to avoid the worst of the puddles. It was barely an hour past dawn, and already she was exhausted. No matter how hard she tried to put the Monster Society and the loss of Ray out...

Even Monsters Die

by A.G. Carpenter | Feb 13, 2017

Early Spring, 1635   Natalie pulled on her boots and grabbed her backpack off the bed. The weather had been mostly wet and grey as spring slowly replaced winter, so she hoped the puddle-filled streets would be enough of an excuse to be wearing boots instead of...

The Lost Monster

by A.G. Carpenter | Oct 16, 2016

The glass of the diner’s window shattered, crashing in shards to the floor. The tempting smell of cooking hamburgers on the grill was replaced by the overwhelming stench of raw sewage. Outside, in the street, their yellow eyes burning in the night, the monsters...

The Monster Society: Snowbound

by A.G. Carpenter | Aug 16, 2016

The snow twisted and writhed in the wind. Flakes continued to fall in a white, frozen swirl that made it difficult to see. John tugged his coat tighter about him. Even Red was shivering beneath her heavy cloak. Only Ray seemed comfortable with the weather. Between the...

An Army of Scarecrows

by A.G. Carpenter | Jun 18, 2016

Near Grantville, 1635 The scarecrows flowed along the road towards Grantville like a river of death.  The Monster Society stood their ground watching them come.  As always, John took the lead, barking orders at Ray and the others.  Scully and Red opened fire on the...