Check Them Out! Dead Key Publishing

At Dead Key Publishing, we bridge the gap between traditional publishing and vanity press. We offer a publishing alternative to authors whose works have hit roadblocks, who can’t find success in the traditional way (which closes the door to almost all unagented authors), but who deserve more than a vanity press (you want to make money rather than spend it, right?).

Dead Key Publishing captures the voice of unheard authors.

What Is a Dead Key?

A dead key is the key on a typewriter used so the carriage doesn’t advance, creating a unique character that is not visible on a traditional keyboard. When struck alone, it produces nothing. But working in conjunction with another key, it produces a distinctive character.

Unpublished works are like dead keys. It is not until we bring the work to publishing in order to be shared that something special is created.

At Dead Key Publishing, our passion is to be the next key.

Blood Moon Death


From Authors Cody and Chandré Toye, comes another Collection of Short Horror stories. Sadly this will be the final stand alone collection of the Blood Moon Series. However we will be putting out one final Blood Moon, entitled “Blood Moon 50”. It will feature all the stories you have come to love, including a few new ones.

So prepare yourself for a “Devilishly Dark” read and look out for “Blood Moon 50”  with the fifty top stories!

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The Althorn Encounters


Death Comes to us all. What about the carrier of souls? His job is definitely not your normal nine to five. These are his stories. Read about some of the most bizarre day to day encounters as seen through the eyes of Althorn the crow.


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I am Althorn the Crow

Supreme Being

Knower of all things to know

I am the shiver in the cold winter night

The distant echo that gives such a fright

I am the sick sense of Irony

I am here for you

I am here to see what I know will be

When you sneak off tonight

The large blade you grip so tight

Your innocent prey will lay still in bed

Your heart will beat, your mind will race

Daydreams of bloodshed

As you enter the room, a smile widens on your face

You cling to the knife

But as you cross the room, a flash of light

A sonic boom

You grip your chest, you feel the pain

You hit the floor, you know the rest

Once again, I laugh, Satisfaction

Irony from a gun blast.

As I peck upon his face,

It truly is a human race!