An uncanny snowfall revives a cattleman’s dead wife—with terrible secrets from beyond to spill like blood. A plague-like curse infects the memories of its victims, forcing them to go viral in an increasingly grisly fashion. Twin sisters share a psychic link nothing can sever, not even the cold of the grave. Curiosity lures two stepbrothers into an imaginary haunted house—and the eager arms of its very real sole occupant. Infatuations. Trespasses. Abominations. Resurrections. Jacob Steven Mohr’s second volume of pitch-black fiction kicks over moss-covered rocks and shows us all the awful things that squirm beneath. In fourteen tales—including the titular “Bury Me Cold”—this collection is living, bleeding proof that when the lights go off, terror always gets the last word.
Author
Improbably, Jacob Steven Mohr has been losing himself in fantasy worlds of his own make since he was eighteen years old. A crazed (and very handsome) bard trapped in the body of a young Southern writer, Mohr has published six short stories and two novels thus far in the genres of horror and fantasy. He regards his stories as his very disobedient children, and loves them all. Daughter of Man is his second book—and his most defiant offspring to date. Mohr is a native North Carolinian. When he isn’t writing (or rewriting… or re-rewriting…) he can be found at one of a dozen amusement parks, cooling his heels in line for the roller coasters, or curled up in bed with a warm book and a cool beer. He’d like to thank his parents for indulging his creative side as a child, and his friends for putting up with what a total dork he can be sometimes. …He’d also like to thank The Academy, but they won’t return his calls.
