When the close friend of Martin and Jeff fails to arrive on his scheduled flight, they learn that he had mysteriously disappeared on the Eve of All Hallows. After discovering a pattern of very similar mysterious deaths which have coincidentally or perhaps conveniently occurred over the past several years in his small hometown, and all on Halloween night, Martin decides that this is the year to pay a visit to the town of his birth. could have happened in any small town and in every small town there are secrets. Martin was certain that he had known everything there was to know about the sleepy little town that he had called home during his growing up years, but there was something very strange and unsettling going on there now. To the inhabitants of the little town of Martin’s birth, the Eve of All Hallows meant so much more than a good time. While the children dressed in costumes and went merrily about their way in their hunt for candy to fill their Trick-or-Treat bags, the adults of the town quietly held a secret vigil or something similar to one, in the hope that one or all of their loved ones who had passed before them would return to them, if only for one night. ******The woman had heard of no such homicide. “You must be mistaken, sir. We have had no homicides in Marysville for as long as I can remember. Our last autopsy was performed on the body of a man who died of natural causes.” “Natural causes, you say?” Martin asked the talkative woman. “Yes, sir. It was so sad. Ken was the nicest guy, and a great teacher.” “A teacher was he?” “Yes, he was. The accident occurred on Halloween.”
B.K. Wright lives in Wichita, Kansas, with a significant other of many years. Wright began writing short stories of gay romance years ago, Montana, Mine, being the first novel.
Wright shares the belief of Oscar Wilde that male love is the noblest form of affection, and hopes that through these novels the message that gay men can find a significant other with whom to share their lives will be conveyed.