News — Ronald Malfi
ON SALE TODAY! Saying Goodbye to August 2021
Today is pre-order day! Your opportunity to buy a one-off package or subscribe and save (and never miss out again) starts at 8am and 5pm while supplies last. As our subscriber base grows, the availability of one-off packages decreases so now is the time! We know that October is an exciting time for horror fans so we are allowing for a few more sales this month but inventory goes FAST! Here is the link to the product, inventory is listed at 8am & 5pm (PST) GOOD LUCK!

A Night Worms Exclusive Interview with Ronald Malfi & Richard Chizmar
Join Ashley @spookishmommy and Sadie @motherhorror owners of Night Worms as they chat with Ronald Malfi, author of COME WITH ME and Richard Chizmar author of CHASING THE BOOGEYMAN. Both books were in the August 2021 package, Small Town Scares

Night Worms Book Club: Join Us!
We had several Night Worms customers reach out to ask if we had a dedicated book club. The short answer is:
Yes! We do!
The long answer is that we started one but we need to be better about maintaining it. Due to the newest level of interest, we will commit to it for you. So our book club is on Goodreads:

We have updated the group read-a-long to reflect our August books:
COME WITH ME by Ronald Malfi and CHASING THE BOOGEYMAN by Richard...
Friday Feels- October 23rd, 2020
Happy Friday, Night Worms! It’s getting colder and there is no more perfect book to chill you to the bone than Bone White. This book kills it with suspense, pacing and Malfi’s writing is just *CHEF’S KISS*. The thing that I love about this book is how subtle the horror is. So many horror authors spend so much time trying to off put readers with blood and guts that they forget how terrifying seemingly ordinary situations can be. Malfi also did a superb job on his atmosphere. Both the physical atmosphere and setting...
Author Guest Post: Ronald Malfi

“An Apology (of Sorts) from the Doldrums”
A dispatch from the apocalypse from Ronald Malfi
Ah, good children: We are here, together, in the thick of it, staring at our quaking palms, sweating, casting sideways glances at a darkening sky, suddenly distrustful of the crude proximity of our fellow humans. Are we all going to die? Yes; eventually. Soon? Some of us, yes. You or me in particular? Hell, anything’s possible. But maybe not likely.
This, friends, is a dispatch from a universal Ground Zero, an S.O.S. flare-gun burst charging through...