Sean Costello

Language: English

Pages: 178


Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Bush pilot and family man Tom Stokes is about to face the worst day of his life. On a clear winter morning, he sets out in his Cessna 180 to do some repairs on a remote hunt camp, leaving his five-year-old son and very pregnant wife snug in their beds. On the return trip, a squall forces him into an emergency landing and he winds up—quite literally—in the lap of petty criminal Dale Knight. Dale, now a fugitive from the law—and worse, from a merciless drug lord who just happens to be his brother—draws Tom into a web of mayhem and treachery that puts not only his life at risk, but the lives of his wife, son . . . and unborn child.

SQUALL is a fast-paced, darkly-comic tale of murder and gang-style retribution that grabs the reader on page one and simply does not let go.



“Costello…keeps the action moving and the suspense ratcheted up tight.”

—Margaret Cannon, The Globe and Mail


“The best horror novel I’ve read since Stephen King’s own Pet Sematary. …Costello knows how to tantalize his readers, priming them for the horrors to come…”

—Rave Reviews


“A wonderful blend of horror, psychology and the power of suggestion that leaves you guessing right up to the very end!”

—The New Jersey Grapevine


“Sean Costello is one of the horror genre’s brightest new stars, and…Captain Quad will only enhance his position.”

—Other Realms

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thinking only about getting home. 25 –––––––– SANJ BELIEVED HE was dead. He felt as cold as the dead, numb and detached from himself, and it made him think of how foolish he’d been all these years to dismiss out of hand the possibility of life after death. Reincarnation. Was that where he was now? In the midst of his transformation? He remembered his grandmother telling him scary stories of bad little boys coming back as cockroaches and gutter rats.... But could the dead feel pain? Like

shitfaced and take a run at the local poon, which, from what Ronnie could see here tonight, couldn’t be much of a challenge. She let the boys buy her a drink because she needed one, then told them she was going to powder her nose, which she did, sitting in a stall that stunk of piss and cheap perfume to snort a few lines of coke. Cocaine was her ON switch and Ronnie surrendered herself to it now, holding her breath as the drug sketched a course of action in her mind. When it was vividly clear,

doing?” Ignoring him, Ronnie said to Mandy, “You got a crib or something to put that in?” Afraid the woman was actually going to shoot his wife, Tom took the baby from her and tried to shield them both with his body. He said, “Look, Ronnie, you don’t have to do this. Why don’t you just take your stuff and go.” “Sure,” Ronnie said, still inching toward them. “And maybe you should snap a few Polaroids before we leave, hand ’em out to the cops as souvenirs. Or better yet, why don’t I just jot you

into the handset. Tom said, “You gonna be this much fun all day?” Yawning again, Steve said, “Bye, Dad, I gotta get ready for school.” “Okay, sport. I love you. See you tonight.” Mandy took the handset from her son and signed off with Tom. Giving her belly a gentle pat, Steve said, “Can I have Frosted Flakes? It’s my birthday.” 5 RONNIE AND DALE reached the cottage at 7:30, the new day coming on blue and cold as Dale parked the Ram in the yard and got out to find the key. The road in from

when she got pissed at him and wanted him to know it: “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Dale, so I suggest you just back off.” He said, “Listen, we’re almost there. I’m gonna go inside and do the deal, you’re gonna wait in the truck. Ten minutes tops. We’re late, so I’ll probably have to put up with some shit about that.” Late because Ronnie’s ‘quick’ stop for blow wound up costing them an hour. “You saying it’s my fault?” “We could have picked up your blow after the drop, like I

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