I’m Jessa Forest, poet and grimdark paranormal fantasy author.
If you’re a fan of authors like Poppy Z. Brite, Kathe Koja, Brian Lumley, Chuck Wendig, Maureen F. McHugh, Anne Bishop, and poets like Joy Harjo and Wislawa Szymborska, you might like my books too.
Here you will find information about my monster hunter series, The Slaughter Chronicles, and all my other publications and projects.
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My short story “The Harpy’s Son” will be published in All World’s Wayfarer’s FIRST EVER fiction anthology!
Through Other Eyes is scheduled to be released on November 15 this year and pre-orders will be available soon.
PULLING TEETH and Other Stories of The Slaughter Chronicles
My first short fiction collection of stories from The Slaughter Chronicles will be coming out in the last two weeks of November this year.
This collection contains revised and updated versions of Dead Girl Moon and Demon Tooth (formerly titled Demon Moon). Three original short stories and an additional never before published novella. As well as bonus world building material.
Cover Reveal! Havoc’s Moon: The Slaughter Chronicles Book 1
Bonus: Free Stuff
Namaste Apocalypse: Jane clings to the last shreds of normalcy by going to yoga class in the middle of the zombie apocalypse.
The Librarian: Patrons of the library beware. All is not as it seems.
The Promise: some promises can be kept in this dystopian, grimdark future.
A 13 poem chapbook for…
for the girls who can see
for the girls who cannot
for the girls turned into salt
for girls who wanted love
for the girls with no hope
for the girls with sharp edges
for the girls who stood up and fought
for the girls we will remember
for the girls who love stories
An 11 poem chapbook for…
when it gets too dark to read
when your light has gone out
when the hunting constellations crack the winter sky
when you wanted that feeling (of not feeling) and
when all I could do was enjoy the freeze in my fingers
the blind cold against my cheeks like heavy hands