Dead Boat Press Kit

Meet the Author

Anthony D. Redden is a writer of dark fiction. He has lots of short stories and poems published in various anthologies and magazines. He lives in a small village in the heart of England with his wife, three children and two cats. He is currently undertaking a Master of Arts in Creative Writing at Teesside University, and is a big fan of Horror, Science Fiction and coffee. He also writes very good movie reviews at

Details about Dead Boat

ISBN: 978-1-949645-05-7

Release Date: October 26, 2018

Length: Novelette

Price: $1.85

Genres: Fantasy, dark fantasy, horror, thriller

Main plot points: The year is 1726 and Harvey, a young Fishmonger’s son, is awaiting his death upon the gallows. His fortune changes when he is offered a last-minute deal that could win him a full pardon and a new life in England. Unfortunately, not everything is as it seems. Harvey is about to get a harsh lesson in life aboard a ship surrounded by convicts. Worse yet is the cargo they carry – the corpses of 316 English soldiers. When a powerful blood curse starts to bring the dead to life, the crew of ‘The Charon’ will wish they had stayed to face the executioner.

Press Release

(Fort Collins, CO) - Kyanite Publishing LLC, an independent publisher of speculative fiction and horror headquartered in Fort Collins, Colorado is releasing their second electronic title, “Dead Boat” by Anthony D. Redden on October 26, 2018. The title is available through their imprint Kyanite Crypt and will be sold in the form of an ebook on their website and through IngramSpark and their partners, including Amazon,, and Kobo.


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Pull Quotes

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On the deck of the Charon, Harvey was greeted with the now familiar yet unwelcome sight of the old ship. The aged and weathered vessel strained against the pull and push of the sea. Waves crashed into its sides, and water lapped over its edges, the dark spray causing a bitter mist to fill the air.

Gazing upward, he could see dozens of old sacks swinging from the rafters with the rocking movement of the ship, each heavy with its contents and dripping with a combination of indiscernible fluids and mould. Hands, feet, and other limbs dangled ungraciously from their hessian cocoons.

Mr Gibson was smoking a cigarette and standing beside a large thick wooden butcher’s block. Upon the slab was the body of a man long since dead. He was stripped naked and curiously handcuffed to the slab like a Druidic sacrifice.

Bloody hands stretched out towards him, clamping with incredible strength around Harvey’s ankles and legs. Frenzied corpses clambered over each other to get to the boy, and each jostled to be first to their prey.

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