Sunday, January 5, 2014
Issue 11 of THE MAGAZINE OF BIZARRO FICTION out now...
I was honored and proud to roll up my sleeves and help Eraserhead/Deadite editorial get this issue rolled out. Included are an interview I did with Lucius Shepard... who is recovering well and posting again online, much to my delight... and a review of a nine-headed creature I met called 65 STIRRUP IRON ROAD... Click here.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
My entry in THE SCIENCE FICTION ENCYCLOPEDIA.
CLICK HERE This is a really wonderful thing and I am speechless. Three cheers. My entry in The Science Fiction Encyclopedia...despite previous Firefox issue that clipped the wrong link, my apologies. Link is fixed now. Mad, mammoth, mutant props to John Clute, David Langford and everyone working on this massive undertaking.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
HWA Stoker Awards list 2013, posting for a few friends...
This Just In...
And this
"The Theatre and its Double" by Edward Morris
Morris's story left my head spinning. It's totally packed with inspirations, names and histories ricocheting off in all directions. Strongly poetic, surreal and disturbing. There's such a dense concentration of ideas and sensory details I barely absorbed half of it on first read. Inscrutable, uncompromising, inspired and very intelligent.
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Monday, November 12, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
FATHERS & SONS, Book 1 in the BLACKGUARD series, out NOW
BLACKGUARD, BOOK 1: OUT here
More when I can blink. Too many to thank at once. Too tough a day to do anything but go face first in the keyboard, and bask in the black, black light.
And in my sleep, the battlefield of mind rises behind my eyes in swirls of rainbow strobes and chemical fog. In the Club Inside, several elder sets of eyes switch on at the sight of Burke's head in full riot-gear, in full black-and-white, on the cover of the paperback.
Small press or no, advance or no, I have written this thing in the basements of Hell, under the aegis of the finest men and women who ever worked a door downtown. Seeing the cover is its own reward.The filling is even more startling.
More when I can blink. Too many to thank at once. Too tough a day to do anything but go face first in the keyboard, and bask in the black, black light.
And in my sleep, the battlefield of mind rises behind my eyes in swirls of rainbow strobes and chemical fog. In the Club Inside, several elder sets of eyes switch on at the sight of Burke's head in full riot-gear, in full black-and-white, on the cover of the paperback.
Small press or no, advance or no, I have written this thing in the basements of Hell, under the aegis of the finest men and women who ever worked a door downtown. Seeing the cover is its own reward.The filling is even more startling.
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