S T U A R T L E T H E
Children’s Book
Lucy’s Forest:
Lucy the Butterfly (2025)
Welcome to Lucy’s Forest! Meet Lucy, a bright and caring butterfly with a heart full of kindness. She loves helping others, making new friends, and discovering the wonders of the world around her. Join Lucy on a magical adventure through the forest, where she learns what makes her special and how even the smallest creatures can make a big difference!
“This book was such a fun read for our daughter! She loved all the colorful illustrations, especially Lucy the butterfly!! It's such a creative story that is educational as well. Definitely recommend to any parent with small children!” - Amazon Review
“I’m not kidding you, you will know and love Lucy like you do Big Bird or Pooh Bear” - Good Reads Review
HORROR/OPERA
HAG(2025)
HAG is a novel sung, not spoken. A horror opera written in verse. Each page moves with the cadence of a hymn and the weight of an ancient epic, closer to Beowulf or The Divine Comedy, than to anything on modern shelves. Every stanza is sharpened, every line built to be felt in the mouth as much as in the mind. The story rises through rhythm and descends through silence and madness. This is horror at its finest, sculpted through song. A work of language, furious, lyrical, and unrelenting.
Once did she bow to the many-faced thrones, with blood on her hands and her knees to the stones. She scattered the seeds, she burned the leaves, she wept in the shade of a thousand eaves. The gods were cold, and crowned with lies! They feasted on famine, they silenced cries. When death took root in her cradle bed, they turned their backs, and left her dead. So rose she then, from ash and mud, with hate for hymns and thirst for blood. Her prayers grew claws, her songs grew teeth, she wore the woods like funeral wreath. She danced where once the sacred stood, and made her veil from hungering wood. The idols cracked, their gold went green, their temples fell to moss and spleen. She struck their names from bark and bone, she crowned herself, she walked alone. But in the rot, beneath the curse, she found a voice not clad in verse. Not god of fang, nor flame, nor flood, but one who weeps in ash and mud. A whisper low, not carved nor crowned, that blooms where all the rest have drowned. So though she walks through blood and briar, a secret ember stirs the mire.
“Ever wonder why there are no mentions of new epics, or books that are mandatory educational curriculum? HAG hadn’t come along yet.”
-Cypress and Elm Press
“The single most searing piece of writing I’ve ever encountered.”
- Portbridge Institute of Fine Literature
A feature-length poem written in rhyme and the cadence of a song. It tells of a tree, one that gives, one that takes and the people who worship it. A haunting folkloric myth of devotion, sacrifice, and the quiet power of what grows in the dark recesses of corrupted faith.
They press their hands to bark like bone, where something breathes beneath the stone. A mouth of marrow, slick and wide, a god, a groom, a wretched bride. The queens, with bellies split and swayed, are fed to roots in milk and shade. Their fingers twitch, their skin unseams, as life is poured through amber streams. The men, unmade, with hollow hips, sing hymns through bloody, cracking lips. No seed, no blood, no gift of bone, just hands to serve the swelling throne. The tree uncoils, the tree bestows, its limbs a web, thick with throes. It drinks, it gives, it hums and grieves, it makes, unmakes, and never leaves.
And when the queens can swell no more, their husks are hung from boughs before The next are draped in bridal thread, to kiss the bark, to wed the dread.
B O U G H (2025)
Horror/Opera
“DARK, DISTURBED AND INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL.”
-Euphegenia Surewater, author of The Parental Deceit
“I think I may have stumbled upon the next great classic.”
-Morris Wentford, author of I May Be Dead, but I Still Got It
“Reading this was like being dragged backwards into a burial mound. A stunning, grotesque, lyrical work of nightmarish power.”
—The Old North Reader
A modern Beowulfian style poem about duty and ritual. In a small colonial town, each year is a harvest of fear. Every season, the townsfolk gather food: grain from the fields and meat from their flocks, even their fallen neighbor.
It’s not for winter. It’s not for them but for the Mound.
Each year, they stack their offerings high in the town square and when the first frost bites and the night grows longest, they lock their doors, shutter their windows, and hide.
They do not watch. They do not speak. Only listen to the incessant chewing and when they come out of hiding, the Mound is gone. It is the price they pay. It is the pact they do not question.
No hymns are sung, no voices pray, yet here they stand and waste away. A town unseen, a fate unspoken, a chain of flesh that mustn't be broken. They guard the void, this starving throne, where something waits with tooth and bone. For if they wane, if one should fall, the king will wake and eat them all.
B A N Q U E T (2025)
HORROR/POEM
“A terrifying elegy to blood, fate, and the cold mouth of the grave.”
“The scariest thing I’ve ever read. Not because of the monsters. Although the monster is one of my favorites and very original. But rather because of the feeling of dread and magnificent awe between each line.”
—Thaddeus Varn, author of Saltmother
—Felix Crow, horror critic and host of The Bloody Bind
“A black mirror. A history of the end of things. This book is alive, and it is hungry.”
—Jameson Hollow, author of The Salt Rite
When Caleb accepts a job caring for a remote mansion deep in the Colorado Mountains, he sees it as the perfect chance to give his family a fresh start. Surrounded by dense forests and towering peaks, the estate promises peace and a life far removed from their troubled past.
At first, the mansion offers exactly that. The days are serene; the nights are quiet. But as strange noises echo through the halls and shifting shadows creep along the walls, the forest’s stillness begins to feel more like a trap than a refuge.
When tragedy strikes and one of their children go missing, the family’s fragile calm is shattered. The search for their child transforms into a nightmare of terror and a descent into madness, as they uncover the horrifying secrets buried within the mansion and Beneath the Timberland.
For fans of dark, atmospheric tension and visceral body horror, Beneath the Timberland is a chilling exploration of fear, transformation, and the bonds that hold us together or tear us apart.
B E N E A T H T H E
T I M B E R L A N D (2024)
Horror / Drama
“Lethe creates a terrifying world that I never want to go back to. But it’s so damn good I don’t think I have a choice.”
— Wynona Hoyt
“Wow. This book blew me away and gave me chills at the same time. I love the creativity of the story. 100% recommend- if you're thinking about reading it, DO IT!! Ill definitely be checking out the other books by Stuart Lethe.”
- Amazon Review
“This might be my favorite book to come out this year! I picked it up from a random ad and read through it over the weekend. I couldn’t put it down. Very original story, graphic and cool! If you love horror, family drama, or monsters you won’t find a better story than here. Buy this now!”
- The Library of Horror Q