Die Laughing should be released by the end of the month. To celebrate, here's a sneak peek at one of the stories. This is from Coco.
The shape emerged from the wafting snow to float in the middle of the
road. Screaming and not hearing himself, Atílio stamped on the brake.
His car skidded through the slush, spinning around as he fought with the
wheel and his headlights cast mad illumination and wild shadows in all
directions. Dirty snow threw itself against the windows on both sides as
the car came to a stop. Instinctively,
Atílio checked the rear-view mirror. Nothing there but the growing gloom
as the winter afternoon wound down towards sunset.
I see nothing. Nothing was there.
He let his breath out and turned.
The thing remained in the same spot. Snow obscured much of its shape,
but not enough. Nowhere near enough. Its outline remained, waving and
shifting as if the wind blew through it. A faint black pool contrasting
with all the white. A bedsheet hung on a washing line, forgotten in the
growing twilight. A stain in the air. Too many arms flexing and pulling
back into the main bulk of the shape. It waved, beckoning him, revealing
some of its arms and legs: arms for reaching, legs for running. Running
“Go away,” Atílio told it. His mouth shook. He said it
again and the shaking grew worse. “You are not here. You can’t be here.
You were never there and you are not here now.”