FIONA GLASS
DARK, QUIRKY AND PARANORMAL FICTION
Emily fought for control. "Let me get this straight. You're busy making a programme about haunted houses and you don't believe in ghosts?"
'Got Ghosts?'
Here you'll find Fiona's books and stories: an odd mix of ghosts, tentacles and good old fashioned baddies, sometimes all at once. Dip in below to start exploring.
What's new
Things that go bump: Fiona's fishy little 75-word story is available to read on the Paragraph Planet archive. Select August 26th from the drop-down list of dates.
Books
Drop in for a full list of Fiona's current books, together with some of the many short stories she's had published in anthologies and magazines over the years.
About
Fiona lives in a slate cottage within stone-throwing distance (never a good idea in Glass houses) of England's largest lake. She rarely has her nose far from the pages of a good book - or a cup of tea!
Got Ghosts?
A quirky romp stuffed with ghosts, TV producers, missing paintings, happy - and unhappy - mediums, and yet more ghosts. Published by Fox Spirit.
Latest blog
"The genteel Cumbrian resort of Grange-over-Sands might seem like an unusual place to host the paranormal, but there's something eerie in them thar woods..."
Contact Fiona
Fiona lurks in various corners of the net including Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. Get all the details of where to find her here.
Got Ghosts?
"...spooky chills with plenty of light-hearted laughter."
Matt Hilton, author of 'Preternatural' and 'The Shadows Call'
"...a humorous ghost story with an old English charm."
Tom Adams, author of 'The Psychonaut' and 'Coffin Dodger'
Fiona's paranormal romance
Got Ghosts? is a quirky romp stuffed full of ghosts, TV producers, ghosts, missing paintings, ghosts, happy - and unhappy - mediums, and yet more ghosts. Published by Fox Spirit. Head to the main Got Ghosts? page for more info including an excerpt - and where you can buy the book.
The Summons
A creepy little 75-word tale that was first published in
Paragraph Planet.
The church bells chime across the valley, summoning the villagers to Sunday prayers. But the church lies in ruins deep beneath the inky waters, drowned by the reservoir many years ago.
In The Bull the locals shake their heads. "There'll be a death in the village tonight. Always the way when you hear the bells."
But the pub lies in ruins deep beneath the inky waters, drowned by the reservoir many years ago...
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