Down the Dark Path Home of author and artist, J Edward Neill

Kindle Unlimited is now HALF OFF

November 5, 2019 | Books! | Permalink

Well well…

Get six months of Kindle Unlimited (which lets readers read unlimited ebooks) for half off the normal price point.

It’s a deal too good for even stingy me to pass up…

Click the pic to start reading books for almost nothing.

The Fall of Castle Carrick (Coming Soon)

October 30, 2019 | Books! | Permalink

Alex O’Riley has always tried not to fit in. In his simple life, at his tiny Savannah house, he paints quiet masterpieces while living as a hermit.

But with one phone call from a brash New York lawyer, Alex learns he’s inherited Castle Carrick, the grandest castle in all of Northern Ireland.

At Carrick, strange and dark events begin to swirl ever closer to him, turning his hoped-for quiet life inside out.

Now he must decide: flee from Ireland and give up his inheritance…or embrace the dark power which compels him to paint wondrous, yet terrifying things.

The Fall of Castle Carrick, a tumultuous, suspenseful novel about an artist and the dark powers wreaking havoc upon his soul.


Coming (very) soon…

The Suspense is Killing Me – A Poem

August 20, 2019 | poems | Permalink

I wait in chains

for the dawn, for the almighty clock to tick.

Dangling for the universe to see,

whole lifetimes swim beneath me.

My eyes consume all things in absentia.

Like parchment, my skin,

inked with small stories, unread.

If they came to cut me down, I would deny them.

“Let me hang,” I would cry. “For here I will outlast you all.”

I wait in chains

for a key, for a hand to turn it.

My lips are sewn shut, and my tongue locked behind the pale bars

of my jailer teeth.

At times, the wind rips at my flesh.

At others, it adores me.

Still I sway in bondage, unknowing what is real,

and what lies have come to whip me.

I wait in chains

for the night to die, for the sole voice I starve to hear.

Naked, the shadows strip me to my bones,

killing each yesterday, tearing the names from tomorrow.

If it stings, no one will know,

for none will lift their faces to see me.

And when it comes at last, whether I am whole or living death,

the cold clasps of my captured soul will break.

I will tumble, through cloud, through rain, through everything

I have watched, yet never touched.

The suspense will end.

And I will know the worth of my waiting.

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J Edward Neill

The Dark Art Movement

August 18, 2019 | Art! | Permalink

Hi there, everyone.

I’ve recently joined a new art collective.

At Dark Art Movement, we specialize in surreal, scary, and intense art. We have paintings, photographs, drawings…everything.

Please stop by and check us out. We’ve got a little something for everyone curious about the dark arts.

Sincerely,

J Edward Neill