Scroll down for information on all 6 of my novels: SLEWFOOT, LOST GODS, KRAMPUS, The CHILD THIEF, DEVIL'Due south ROSE, and The PLUCKER.

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slewfoot

Brom's latest novel is now bachelor in hardback, east-volume, and audiobook.

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Connecticut, 1666.

An aboriginal spirit awakens in a nighttime wood. The wildfolk telephone call him Father, slayer, protector.

The colonists call him Slewfoot, demon, devil.

To Abitha, a recently widowed outcast – alone and vulnerable in her pious hamlet – he is the only one she can turn to for help.

Together, they ignite a boxing between heathen and Puritan, one that threatens to destroy the entire village, leaving nothing but ashes and bloodshed in their wake.

"If it is a devil you seek, and so it is a devil yous shall accept!"

This terrifying tale of bewitchery features more than than 2 dozen haunting paintings, fully immersing readers in this wild and unforgiving world.

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lost gods

496 page novel published by Harper Collins, accompanied by 18 illustrations

                                    ****

With Lost Gods, Brom's gritty and visceral prose takes us on a haunting, harrowing journey into the depths of the underworld. Thrust into a realm of madness and chaos, where ancient gods and demons battle over the expressionless, and where cabals of souls conspire to overthrow their masters, Chet plays a unsafe game, risking eternal damnation to save his family.

Reviews

Lost Gods is like Robert Johnson singing ghostly blues on the shores of a haunted river in Hell. It'southward like Dante played out in muggy rural graveyards and the depths of Purgatory on the eve of a demonic war. Lost Gods is an adventure tale and a mythic odyssey. It'southward the kind of story lovers whisper in stolen cars burning rubber from this earth down to the very edge of the Abyss. —Richard Kadrey, New York Times bestselling writer of the Sandman Slim series

Brom effortlessly weaves classical mythology with modernistic nightmares in this beautifully twisted hell ride. Heartwrenching, operatic, and stunningly illustrated, LOST GODS is a night jewel of a novel. —Christopher Golden, New York Times bestselling author of SNOWBLIND

It'southward merely not fair, I tell y'all! I've been watching Brom effortlessly create some of the about beautiful, provocative covers in the fantasy genre for decades now. He'due south a storyteller with his artwork, and in a very elite grade. Now he decided to invade my turf with "Lost Gods," a novel that winds into surprises and unexpected triumphs as much as the corners of his artwork. —R.A. Salvatore, New York Times all-time selling writer

Set in a Dantean world both hauntingly alien and strangely familiar, Brom's LOST GODS sets a harrowing course betwixt damnation and redemption. A hell of a read! —Ari Berk, Writer of the Undertaken Trilogy

One of Brom'due south many gifts is a vivid, unique imagination that thrives in the dark frontiers where madness and courage meet. In Lost Gods, he drops a flawed but worthy hero into a mythological maelstrom, and so sets him fighting for stakes that only abound more desperate and personal with each victory. Information technology'south a thrilling and engaging tale on every level, and the catastrophe will have you lot excavation your fingernails into the book cover. Don't miss it! —Troy Denning, New York Times best selling author

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KRAMPUS

One Christmas Eve in a small hollow in Boone Canton, West Virginia, struggling songwriter Jesse Walker witnesses a strange spectacle: vii devilish figures chasing a man in a red adjust toward a sleigh and 8 reindeer. When the reindeer leap skyward taking the sleigh, devil men, and Santa into the clouds, screams follow. Moments after, a large sack plummets earthward, a magical sack that volition thrust the down-on-his luck singer into the clutches of the terrifying Yule Lord, Krampus. But the lines between skilful and evil go blurred every bit Jesse's new master reveals many nighttime secrets almost the cherry-cheeked Santa Claus, and how half a millennium ago, the jolly old saint imprisoned Krampus and usurped his magic.

At present Santa's time is running short, for the Yule Lord is determined to take his retribution and repossess Yuletide. If Jesse tin survive this ancient feud, he might have the chance to redeem himself to his family unit, to salvage his own broken dreams...and help bring the magic of Yule to the impoverished folk of Boone County.

PROLOGUE

Santa Claus...
            How vile your name upon my tongue. Similar acid, hard to utter without spitting. Yet I find myself capable of speaking little else. It has get my malediction, my profane mantra.
            Santa Claus... Santa Claus... Santa Claus.
            That name, like you, like your Christmas and all its perversions, is a lie. Only then you have always lived in a firm of lies, and now that business firm has become a castle, a fortress. So many lies that you have forgotten the truth, forgotten who you are...forgotten your true name.
            I take not forgotten.
            I volition always exist here to remind you that information technology is not Santa Claus, nor is it Kris Kringle, or Begetter Christmas, or Sinterklaas, and it certainly is not Saint Nicholas. Santa Claus is but one more of your masquerades, one more than brick in your fortress.
            I will not speak your true name. No, not here. Not and so long equally I sit rotting in this black pit. To hear your name echo off the expressionless walls of this prison, why that...that would be a sound to drive one into true madness. That name must expect until I again encounter the wolves chase Sol and Mani across the heavens. A day that draws near; a fortnight perhaps, and your sorcery will at long last be broken, your bondage will autumn away and the winds of freedom will lead me to you.
            I did not eat my ain flesh as you had so merrily suggested. Madness did not take me, non even afterward sitting in this tomb for half a millennium. I did not perish, did non become food for the worms as you foretold. You should have known me better than that. You should take known I would never let that happen, not so long equally I could remember your name, non so long equally I had vengeance for visitor.
            Santa Claus, my dear onetime friend, you lot are a thief, a traitor, a slanderer, a murderer, a liar, but worst of all you are a mockery of everything for which I stood.
            You take sung your terminal ho, ho, ho, for I am coming for your head. For Odin, Loki, and all the fallen gods, for your treachery, for chaining me in this pit for five hundred years. Simply near of all I am coming to take back what is mine, to take back Yuletide. And with my human foot upon your pharynx, I shall speak your proper name, your truthful name, and with expiry staring back at you, yous will no longer be able to hide from your nighttime deeds, from the faces of all those you betrayed.
            I Krampus, Lord of Yule, son of Hel, bloodline of the great Loki, swear to cut your lying tongue from your rima oris, your thieving hands from your wrists, and your jolly head from your neck.

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The child thief

Fourteen-year-old Nick would accept been murdered by the drug dealers preying on his family unit had Peter not saved him. Now the irresistibly charismatic wild boy wants Nick to follow him to a secret place of great adventure, where magic is live and you never grow onetime. Fifty-fifty though he is wary of Peter's crazy talk of faeries and monsters, Nick agrees. Subsequently all, New York Metropolis is no longer safe for him, and what more could he possibly lose?

In that location is always more to lose.

Accompanying Peter to a gray and ravished island that was one time a lush, enchanted paradise, Nick finds himself unwittingly recruited for a war that has raged for centuries—one where he must learn to fight or die among the "Devils," Peter's fell tribe of lost and stolen children.

There, Peter'due south dark past is revealed: left to wolves equally an baby, despised and hunted, Peter moves restlessly between the worlds of faerie and man. The Child Thief is a leader of bloodthirsty children, a dauntless friend, and a creature driven to exercise whatsoever he must to terminate the "Flesh-eaters" and save the final, wild magic in this dying land.

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the devil's rose

Damnation is a road littered with hurting, sorrow, and regret. None know this better than the man who rides that track everyday: Cole McGee, a once proud Texas Ranger, at present condemned to hunt Hell'south fugitives beyond the plains of both the living and the dead. Just today Cole's luck might've inverse. Something has escaped the deepest pits of damnation. Hell wants this something dorsum at whatsoever toll and has offered Cole redemption in substitution for its apprehension. Sounds like a good deal to Cole, but as he closes in on his quarry he begins to realize you should never deal with the Devil.

Following in the tradition of his honor-winning first illustrated novel "The Plucker", Brom'south dramatic prose and uniquely arresting images takes us on a ruckus ride from Hell and back in his illustrated novel "The Devil's Rose". Hardcover, 128 pages, total color, over 60 paintings.

Available direct from Brom. Click on shop link higher up for details.

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The plucker

Brom intimately combines his dramatic storytelling with his uniquely arresting images, to create a piece of work of striking imagination, a world where fairy-tale tradition collides with vileness and depravity, dearest and heroism, suffering and sacrifice. A shadowy state of make-believe where Jack and his box are stuck beneath the bed with the dust, spiders, and other castaway toys, forced to face up a bitter truth: children grow up and toys are left behind. Jack believes this is the worst that can happen to a toy.

Just when the Plucker, a malevolent spirit, is set loose upon the world of make-believe and Jack is thrust into the unlikely part of defending Thomas, the very kid who abased him, he finds out there is worse that tin can befall a toy-far worse. Every bit desperation mounts, Jack is thrown together with Thomas'southward other toys-Monkey, the Nutcracker, and the ethereally beautiful porcelain doll Snow Affections-as they struggle to rise above their simple roles as playthings in an effort to relieve the boy they love.