Novels by Glen Bradley
A puppet that walks by itself, a house with a heartbeat, a pack that hunts under the moon — three ways into the same dark.

Luigi Stagnetti is fifty-seven, the finest marionettist working at the very bottom of the market, heir to a stage his father painted and nine puppets older than anyone can say. But one of them — the smallest, the Bambino, the one with real hair — does not always wait to be moved. A novel of craft, inheritance, and the things a family hands down without ever speaking of them.
Anyone can make a puppet move. A walk is different. A walk is weight.
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The House on Blackwood Lane
Every child in Bridgewater inherits the dare: touch the gate of the house on Blackwood Lane and live to tell it. When seven-year-old Tommy Aldridge — teller of magnificent lies — puts his hand flat on the iron, something very old looks up and takes his name. Inside, Eleanor Vance has one last bargain to make: seven bright and unspent lights, one terrible autumn, and an eternity that never has to feed again.
Everything in this world is bought, girl, and everything is paid for.
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Out in the canyon country the graves won't stay shut, and when the moon is right the pack walks upright. Two crossed pistols, one debt left to pay, and a man riding into the red rocks where the wolves have started keeping their own law. A werewolf horror western about the wild that raised us — and the wild that wants us back.
In the canyon you don't die of the bite. You die of the moon.
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“A town that has made not-looking into a civic virtue, and a house that rewards the habit. I read the last hundred pages with every light in the house on.”
“Crossed pistols, a red canyon, and a wolf that stands like a man. The western has been waiting for this one.”
“Anyone can make a puppet move; Bradley makes you believe there is a floor under him. Quiet, devastating, and unexpectedly frightening.”
“Three very different books, one unmistakable hand. The world is your oyster — open it.”
A quarterly letter from Glen’s desk: first chapters, deleted scenes, publication dates for Strings: Counted Twice and The Little Lights as they are set, and the occasional thing found in the margins. No noise. No strings attached.
One letter a season. Your address stays at The Open Oyster Press — no selling, no sharing.
“The tide has your name now.” You’re on the list. Watch the horizon.