Good evening, everyone! Issue #24 will be published very soon. Here’s a preview, to whet your appetite.
Cthulhu Does Stuff, our new monthly Lovecraftian comic by Ronnie Tucker and Maxwell Patterson. You can read last month’s comic here.
Echoes From Cthulhu’s Crypt, column #2: A Tale of the Kalem Club, by Robert M. Price: “In the mid-eighties I used to gather, one Saturday a month, at the Strand Bookstore in New York City with a few fellow fans of HPL and the Weird Tales writers. We would prowl the bookshops and have lunch at the Silver Spurs (great burgers!) and talk over various editing and publishing projects…”
Less A Dream Than This We Know, by Christopher M. Cevasco: “Howard … Howard … Someone called to him. The stars were quite amazing–the sky vast and dark as it could only be from the vantage point of space. He floated in that darkness and stared at unfamiliar constellations. He would need to modify his charts to account for them, maybe write something for the next edition of the Rhode Island Journal…”
The Horror Under the City, by Kevin Crisp: “Peggy was the first to die. The circumstances were, I’ll admit, suspicious. There was no note, and she was found locked in her apartment. The immediate cause of death was deemed excessive loss of blood from lacerations all over her naked form, but the object used to cause the lacerations could not be located. Also, some of the lacerations were in odd places, such as the upper back, where self-inflicted wounds are unusual. There was an apparent intentionality to the wounds, which seemed to wrap around about her form in a spiral…”
How Rare Are Light and Life, by J. T. Glover: “It traveled through deep space for eternity before we came, never once shattering. That can’t be coincidence. Either that thing is guiding itself, or something guided it. That’s what I’m… imagining right now. Does it have a destination, or was it steered away from everything, in the hope that no one would ever find it? All that time, and it’s still alive…”
The Basalt Obelisk, by Michael Wen: “The first part was about as interesting as watching paint dry, with the same arid landscape undergoing typical seasonal changes, but right around the year 2034 that started to change. First, the amount fauna and flora shown began to decrease and then finally disappear altogether. The landscape was populated then only by what appeared to be mini-tornadoes, but as the slideshow progressed I saw that these mini-tornadoes were actually polyporous forms with a variety of shapes…”
Evolved, by Kenneth W. Cain: “Seizing the first of these men, I coil one of my tentacles around his neck. He drops his spear as I constrict his throat, trying to squeeze the life from him. When his face flushes red and then to a bluish hue, I discover an odd pleasure in his suffering. I draw him in close to me, watching as I press tighter. His life fades and I feel gratified when his clansmen go to his assistance instead of confronting me. That is their weakness…”
Cosmic terror from Poe to Lovecraft, an essay by Sandro D. Fossemò: “Poe and Lovecraft, in their common passion for the noble science of astronomy, have both developed a cosmogony influenced by opposed philosophical currents: in fact Poe’s cosmic terror is metaphysical, while Lovecraft’s is merely materialistic. Yet, it is necessary to consider that Lovecraft’s scientific materialism recalls the figure of a “horror poet”, as it is so secret and impenetrable in its unreal dimension that barely touches and goes beyond metaphysics in an almost mimetic and assimilated way, through a mechanistic analysis…”