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The streets are cold, damp, and dark. The only sound is the that of the church bell; a solitary, terrifying knell for the living.
The people of New Bedlam would welcome you to their town, but they're a bit preoccupied at the moment. There's something alive here, something dangerous, something evil.
Even Morpheus fears to tread these streets at night...
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The New Bedlam Project
Some years ago, a small flicker of light lit the window of the old New Bedlam Library's attic. A solitary figure waited by the candle, while three fellow survivors took their seats around a battered oak table. When they were all as comfortable as they could be, considering the circumstances under which they met, she began to speak.
That meeting began a chain of events that has led us back to New Bedlam, back to the insanity and the insomnia. In early 2006, Louise Bohmer and I discussed what goes on in the depths of a writer's mind when they are afflicted - perhaps blessed - with insomnia. Within days I had outlined a proposal for an anthology set in the nearly-fictional town of New Bedlam, and by the end of the year the wheels had been set in motion.
While the time that passed has brought some changes to the bigger picture, the idea of developing the town itself stuck with me. I wrote the beginnings of two novels set in and around New Bedlam. I've become close, personal friends with the madness that lies within those darkened corners and hidden shadows. As I like to tell my children - I've stepped through my grandmother's mirror once again.
Why don't you follow along, and see where the darkness takes us?
Jodi Lee
A taste of what you'll find...
Lawrence Bass didn't spent much time thinking about his health. He had more immediate concerns such as career, family, and his golf swing. So far he was doing pretty well at all three - good job, good clubs, and a baby on the way. Sure, he was nearing forty and his joints made a little more noise in the morning. That was no reason to trade steak for bran, or let some doctor poke around his nether-bits.
Read on...
The mattress is new and no creak issues from the springs as I settle myself on the edge of the bed, near the nightstand. The child sleeps on, unaware of my presence. He's new in town, not yet infected with insomnia.
Read on...
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