Issue #22 of The Lovecraft eZine will be available on podcast tomorrow, available for Kindle and Nook on Wednesday, and available to read at the website on Thursday.

I can’t wait to listen to the entire issue on podcast.  It really adds another dimension to each issue.  Anyway, here’s a short preview:

The Dance, by Robin Spriggs: He has a special need for little girls’ toes. Deep in his subterrene lair, he thinks of them all day long, waiting for the fall of night, or a total eclipse of the sun, or some other celestial event that will bring about the darkness necessary to his work…

Maybe the Stars, by Samantha Henderson: What was it Poc had said?  He knew where they were by the stars.  His kind had come from the sky, from star-matter, and the vastness between the stars and the bottom of the sea were one and the same to them…

The Pyramid Spider, by Simon Kurt Unsworth: I get the impression that the Kaloni are frightened of their God, and that they don’t worship it so much as try to keep it happy and occupied.  What’s clear already is that the Spider God exists as part of a much wider mythology, full of terrible things (demons? fallen angels? I’m not sure, to be honest, but certainly monstrous and destructive whatever their classification) whose sole aim appears to be to feed off “…the creatures of the lighted world…”

Powers of Air and Darkness, by Don Webb: I will not describe the nightmare city, save to say that I have come to believe that there are certain shapes and colors that humans cannot look upon without damaging their neural tissues,  I  nearly screamed in fear and pain…

Verbapeutic, by Joe Nazare: “You might say I’m exploring the interzone where poetry meets physiology,” Ambrose continued to chew her ear.  “Of course, my colleagues”—he dabbed air quotes around the word—“dismiss my work as New Age nonsense.  They scoff at my assertion that words are the ultimate key to unlocking the doors of perception…”

The Masked Messenger, by David Conyers and John Goodrich: “It’s an interesting book Mr. Peel. Five hundred fables, most of them concerning a dark god called the Masked Messenger, Nyarlathotep, and how she offers power and salvation to those who ask for it. There is, of course, always a price…”