Writer of The Mobius Door, GOllitok, short fiction, and poetry
Horror, poetry, short fiction and more!
Writer of The Mobius Door, GOllitok, short fiction, and poetry
Horror, poetry, short fiction and more!
COMING Nov 24 - In THose Fading Stars
A collection of short fiction: 21 stories including science fiction, magical realism, and horror.
The Gollitok Audiobook is on its way, end of march 2024
Narrated by the amazing Joe Hempel and released by Tantor Audio - I can't wait to hear this one myself! In the meantime - check out The Mobius Door on audio - it just came out!
Hello
Coming March 26th!
I am proud to announce that my dark fantasy YA novel The Neverborn Thief has now been signed with Olive-Ridley Press! The book which traces a young boy's perilous journey into the Shadowlands is due out March 26, 2024! More details coming soon!
Wicked House Publishing Presents
The Mobius Door
Check out the bestselling (#1 US Horror, Amazon) debut novel by Andrew Najberg in print, ebook or audiobook!
Millwood is the small town everyone knows. The local deputies grapple with petty vandalism and local drunks. The local teachers know the name of every kid in town. Heather Bradley doesn't know the unfathomable fo
Wicked House Publishing Presents
Gollitok, a speculative horror novel. Read it Now!
Hammel E. Varka hopes to redeem his family’s honor when he leads a survey expedition to Gollitok prison following reports of prohibited activity on the island. Quickly he discovers the mission is a lie, his team members have their own agenda, and that they aren't alone.
Is poetry more your speed?
In The Goats Have Taken Over the Barracks, his masterful first collection of poems, Andrew Najberg has created something just for our times: his poems, full of musical and imagaic tension, are of the earth and the heavens, of the mind and the quotidian, of God and science.
-Kathleen Driskell, Next Door to the Dead
Check out my latest story at Utopia Science Fiction
https://www.utopiasciencefiction.com/therobotsinsideus
The air smelled like hyacinth, stale popcorn, and the ever-pervasive damp of underground irrigation that kept the lawn green. The streetlamps around the square were hung with summer garlands, and an old man sold balloons from a cart. Short gasps of helium pierced intermingling café speakers. The crowd had diminished as the afternoon carried on, but family clusters dotted the landscape while pedestrians crisscrossed the lanes to and from storefronts.
Emma, in her yellow dress printed with white daisies, tugged the hem of her mother’s blouse. The girl hopped, pointing with her free hand across the square.
“Mommy, mommy, can we go to the window and see what the robot is doing?”
Read more at Utopia Science Fiction!
