The Refuge Collection Book 1: Heaven to Some...

The Refuge Collection Book 1: Heaven to Some...

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Overview

The Refuge Collection is a collection of dark, supernatural and terrifying tales set in and around the mythical town of Refuge, where every house is different, and so are the people who live there. People seek Refuge for all sorts of reasons, sometimes without recalling why or how they arrived. Leaving is a different matter. The town is often described by those who live there as ‘Heaven to Some, Hell to Others.’


The Refuge Collection is also a collection of award-winning (and emerging) writers and artists who’ve come together from across the world to build our little town of Refuge. Each writer has added to the places, people and events that take place in Refuge, slowly building the mythology and adding to the slowly revealed plot. There are 6 volumes of 6 tales from Refuge, mostly intended to be short, stand-alones to enjoy by lamplight, sitting on a bench in a churchyard, or even on the late night commuter train. These are tales to make your hair stand on end, pump your blood a little faster, and hopefully fill your head with visions and dreams you’ll remember for a very long time.


'We all need refuge at some point in our lives, but some people need Refuge a little more.'


*All profits will be donated to Sanctuary Australia Foundation and Refugee Action UK.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780994592217
Publisher: Stephen Dillon
Publication date: 08/05/2016
Series: Refuge Collection , #1
Pages: 458
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 1.24(d)

About the Author

"I'm Ramsey Campbell. I write horror."
That's how I introduce myself at readings and on panels, and in conversation too if the opportunity arises. I quite enjoy being told that people don't like horror, which they don't read (a situation that prompts me to ponder how they can know). Sometimes they even tell me that they don't like the sort of thing I write, although they haven't read it. On occasion they approach me to let me know as much. Admittedly the sort of fun this affords is limited, and I think there's a better reason for me to keep up the image. I believe I'm in a minority of writers who say that they write horror.

Some of those who made their name with it seem eager to show they've moved on. Some might even like to convince us that they never entered the field, and seek to erase all traces of their presence as they flee the scene of the crime. I won't be doing either. Perhaps I was lucky to encounter the classics of the genre first - anything that found its way between hard covers and into the public library - but I've never faltered in my conviction that horror is a branch of literature, however much of it lets that tradition down. I started writing horror in an attempt to pay back some of the pleasure the field has given me, and I haven't by any means finishedI don't expect to choose to, ever.

Lovecraft declared that the weird tale - by which he meant much of what I mean by horror fiction - could only ever be a portrayal of a certain type of human mood. Certainly one of the pleasures of some of the greatest work in the field is the aesthetic experience of terror (which involves appreciating the structure of the piece and, in prose fiction, of the selection of language). I don't see this as limited. There's surely no more reason to criticise a piece for conveying only this experience than there is to object to a comedy for being nothing except funny (as might be said of Laurel and Hardy, surely the greatest exponents on film) or a tragedy for making its audience weep. Indeed, I wish more of the field still assailed me with dread: these days little besides the darker films of David Lynch achieve it. However, the field is capable of much more, and frequently succeeds - as satire or as comedy (however black), as social comment, as psychological enquiry, and perhaps best of all when it aspires to the awesome, the sense of something larger than can be directly shown. One reason I stay in the field is that I haven't found its boundaries.

Some years ago at a literary conference I attended a panel on which the speakers seemed to be hailing the death of genre (by cross-fertilisation, I believe). There's certainly nothing wrong with expanding genres by enriching them from without; indeed, writers who read purely within their own fields tend to end up buried in them (although bringing lived experience to bear on them is at least as important as reading more widely). All the same, I had the impression that the panel felt that the destruction of genre was a good thing, and I failed to grasp how. I almost spoke up to ask whether, since I didn't feel constrained by my field, I was somehow inadequate. It would have been a silly question, since I know my answer.
(continued at www.RamseyCampbell.com)

Table of Contents

Mother Luna by Chris McCorkindale | Page 10

The Refuge Collection, Volume 1
The Empath's Tale, Part 1 by Steve Dillon | Page 11
The Wrong Path by Steve Dillon | Page 35
The Fighter's Tale by Steve Dillon | Page 51
The Death of a Cruciverbalist by Martin Livings | Page 73
The Housewife's Tale by Steve Dillon | Page 103
The Thief's Tale by Lee Murray | Page 117

The Refuge Collection, Volume 2
The Empath's Tale, Part 2 by Steve Dillon | Page 146
The Ghost in the Water by Noel Osualdini | Page 174
Next Door's Noisy by Steve Dillon | Page 203
Plato's Cave by Brian Craddock | Page 214
The PI's Tale by Paul Kane | Page 239
The Priest's Tale, Part 1 by Steve Dillon & David Allen | Page 269

The Refuge Collection, Volume 3
The Empath's Tale, Part 3 by Steve Dillon | Page 294
The Lizard & The Maiden by Tracie McBride | Page 334
Again by Ramsey Campbell | Page 356
The Public Menace of Blight by Kaaron Warren | Page 371
Forever Autumn by EJ McLaughlin | Page 393
The Shiraz Train by Steve Dillon } Page 416

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