Legends and old wives tales hold a truth–but we've forgotten the chaos that lies behind them. Strange worlds and creatures lie all around us. Humanity was once a slave, and is still the prey of creatures no one dreamed existed. The universe is much darker and stranger than we can ever imagine. Our world borders a multiverse and the walls are dangerously thin. Now, it is collapsing, a seething abyss is swarming in, and nothing will ever be the same again. Some children are adepts–mutants that have developed powers even they don't understand. But there is precious little time for them to learn the truth. No one is your friend, there is no help and there is no way out. "Dan Henk's tales will chill your spine like nightmarish visions somewhere between the sleeping world and the waking one. His illustrations perfectly compliment these stories: gritty, cold, and ghastly." -Jason Edmiston, commercial horror artist for Rue Morgue, Topps Cards, The Wall Street Journal, and many more "Henk writes with vitality and dark abandon, plunging you into a world where the main currency is fear." -Wayne Simmons, Bestselling Author of Flu and The Girl in the Basement "Pull the covers over your head and pray that thing staring at you from the closet doesn't come out. Dan Henk brings that hand, reaching for you at the bottom of the stairs, right to your neck. With fear and that ever-loving 'What if Dan makes even the shadows quake." -Tommy Castillo, artist and writer for Marvel Comics Dan Henk is one of those painfully talented guys who just seems to be impressively good at everything he tries his hand at. He's a professional tattooist who produces some of the most incredible examples of tattooing you're likely to come across. He's also an outrageously good artist and illustrator, as well as being pretty nifty in the boxing ring too. But it's his ventures into writing dark speculative fiction that ultimately gets the DLS Reviews scalpels out. Those who've picked up any of Jack Bantry's Splatterpunk Zine offerings are likely to be relatively familiar with Henk's intricate illustrations and incredibly dark fiction. For his collection 'Down Highways In The Dark...By Demons Driven' (2015) Henk offers up a novella-length tale along with a number of other selected stories. It's a collection that throws nightmare after nightmare at you, with seemingly no limits to what levels of horror you'll be subjected to next. Like a hellishly bad trip that sends you plummeting through weird dimensions, stumbling through time and space and mutating our existence into a messed-up vision of the world as we know it. Oh yes my horror loving friends, this is a collection of maddening and imaginative horror... -DSL Reviews A collection of insanely vivid stories with a common theme of wrongness etched across their faces. Dan Henk has crafted a grand look at another world, one just outside our own, where many familiar fears and trials (as in the things we humans have nightmares about) lurk. My favorite stories were "Small Spaces In Time" and "Christmas is Cancelled." The former dealt with getting lost in a moment of time with something that seems familiar but is anything but. The latter was, obviously, a gruesome take on the tale of Santa Claus and as I'm a sucker for anything wholesome being turned terrible (in the best way possible), this one stuck with me. I have Dan Henk's novel Black Seas of Infinity and if it's anything like this collection, I won't be able to put it down. -S. C. Parris author of the Dark World series Retaining my rights in 2023, I heavily edited and re-released this collection of my short stories with the addition of several new tales and a multitude of extra illustrations. All flow in the vein of cosmic horror, with nods to everything from the tight, twisted tales along the lines of an episode of The Twilight Zone,  to reimaginings of age-old classic characters (with additional dark, horror themes). I swiveled my head. The old man reclined in a nearby chair, genteelly sipping out of a glass flask on some amber fluid. " What... " Flustered, I glanced down at his stump of a leg, now neatly bandaged, a new set of pants rolled up just above the wound. " Heh... You don't want to know... " His words were slightly slurred. He was half-drunk, but his beady eyes gleamed with wit, and a biting knowledge of something far deeper. " There are things that far pre-date man... things not so much dead as... displaced... Heh. " He seemed to amuse himself with that description and took another swig. " I've lived... " A hacking cough cut him off. " Way too long. There is no good to come of it. They only take. You think you have the upper hand... but they only take... " I looked down at his leg. " This ?" He gestured at his missing appendage. " This I deserved. Asked for, really. I was tempting fate. It's just a small token, all things considered. " Legends and old wives tales hold a truth-but we've forgotten the c