Books by Claire L. Fishback
Claire L. Fishback has been writing since she was six years old. When she isn’t writing, she’s coaching other writers to create unforgettable and unputdownable books, hiking, spending time with her beloved pittie mix, Kira, and husband, and adding to her bone collection.
Novel-Length Fiction
Origin Codex Trilogy
The Blood of Seven
Seven bloods, seven souls…
When Detective Ann Logan sees a shimmering vision of a young girl, she tries to dismiss it as a trick of the mountain light. But she can’t dismiss the arcane symbol that rose like a brand on her chest and burns with life when the vision becomes reality. Townspeople begin to disappear, and Ann’s investigation plunges her into an eternal war between two secret societies, one serving the malevolent designs of a mysterious deity, the other trying to keep him at bay. How can she know what to do, who to trust? The answers lie in the tattered pages of an ancient manuscript and in the heart of the little girl Ann must protect.
In the sleepy town of Harmony, Colorado, darkness gathers strength to unleash vengeance upon the world. Can Ann embrace her destiny in time, or will the Child of Chaos arise?
The Gorging of Souls
Light and Dark, Life and Death…
Eight and a half months after Detective Ann Logan and seven-year-old Maggie Hart prevented Yaldabaoth from unleashing terror upon the world, all is quiet in Harmony, Colorado. But when Teresa Hart escapes from Mountain View Mental Hospital, Maggie’s perpetual nightmares intensify, and the mysterious marks that link Maggie and Ann burn to live, signaling the presence of a new evil–or the return of an old one. The ancient war between the servants of darkness and the servants of light is far from over. Once again Maggie and Ann, bound together by destiny, hold the space between the delicate balance of life as we know it and eternal horror. The fate of humanity hangs in the balance.
On the filthy tattered sofa in the abandoned funeral home at the edge of Harmony, something evil has pushed its way into the world. And it is hungry.
Coming Soon…
The long awaited conclusion…
Origin Codex Book 3 is in the works! Watch this space for more information!
Short Story Collections
Lump A Collection of Short Stories
In these pages you’ll find Lump, a tortured soul who only wants one thing. You’ll find a recording of the future, a cult that worships tools, faces in windows, haunted mirrors and doors. You’ll find a hotel in which time is of no consequence. It’s a book where the spare parts store isn’t what you think, and an auction is for more than just the deceased’s estate. It’s a book full of creatures and beasts of all shapes and sizes, as well as a few aliens. This is a book in which you can swap your brain into a new body and live forever, and if you have dementia, you can close your eyes and remember.
It’s a book full of stories to fill the silences.
The Doll Room and Other Stories
A room with many small doors, a dream hitchhiker, furniture that moves by itself. A middle-aged housewife who desperately wants to be noticed. A child who collects macabre items. In these pages you’ll find strange encounters, dolls with secrets, and creepy children. Haunted ears. A long-lost daughter come home. Nightmares come true.
Stories that explore grief, time, relationships, decisions, and everything in between.
Stories that haunt… and inspire.
Welcome to The Doll Room.
Tommy's Teeth and Other Tales
From the strange and unusual to horrific tales of true love. Mysterious holes in a field and inanimate objects with sentient thoughts and dark desires. Guild. A box of teeth. Television broadcasting actual memories. Jealousy. Smells. Illness. Forgotten memories.
A chair in dire need of new… skin.
A house who just wants a nice family to move in… who won’t die inside her walls.
A message that could save humanity… if only someone would listen.
Stories and poems to create delight… or fright.
The choice is yours. Or is it?
By Cynthia Hudgins
Claire’s Grandma
The Other Side of the Fence: Life on Both Sides of the Color Line by Cynthia Hudgins
My grandmother’s memoir sat in a black three-ring binder for decades until Kevin Ashley reached out to me with the request to publish it. After painstakingly typing every page for an hour or two every day for 31 days, Grandma’s book is finally ready for the world to see.
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Two people have written this book.
The first person was the child who was still hurting, who hadn’t reconciled the past with the present, who didn’t want to be what she was.
The other is the adult who has faced her demon and laid it to rest once and for all.
This story moves along like a yo-yo, up and down, forward and back. It is a mishmash of what was begone with all these other voices added which I, the obedient, eager to please, whatever I am… frustrated artist, dutiful daughter, obsessive/compulsive housekeeper, possible lunatic, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, or tired old lady, am slowly working my way through the pages… the painful for me, and probably boring for you, story of my life.
I suppose there will be those who will fault me for writing this book. Blacks will think, “What has she got to cry about? She could have passed if she’d wanted to.” Whites will think whatever I got I deserved for being deceitful, for hiding my ancestry behind a white facade (as if I could help it). I can relate to both points of view.
If this book should be published, some people my age who read it may say, “That’s not the way I remember those times,” or “That wasn’t the way I was taught in my school.” This could very well be. I’ve written about my time and place. These are my memories of the way things were in Coronado, California from 1924, when I was three years old until I moved away in 1940 when I was ninteen, and of things that I experienced after that.
The original draft of this story ended with my suicide.