Respected as one of today’s leading figures of weird fiction for his striking imagination, versatility, and deeply emotional stories, Jeffrey Thomas here offers up fourteen searing tales.
Baader is elegant in evoking the strange in simple, unadorned lines. It’s this simplicity that disarms. His characters are instantly believable with just enough detail provided for the reader to identify with yet not so overloaded it hampers the imagination. He trusts his reader’s intelligence instead of pandering to them.
“To evoke a demon is a sordid, dangerous affair. Call loudly over the dense cathode with offers of bleating lambs, and sometimes a fiend scratches back against your tar-paper reality.”
“almost insentient, almost divine” is a collection that will be treasured by readers for decades to come, and doubtlessly recommended to those looking for an introduction as to what makes this genre special.
“Canadian author Richard Gavin has established himself as a leading contemporary writer of weird fiction. His richly nuanced prose style, his imaginative range, and his shrewdness in the portrayal of character and domestic conflict make his tales far more than mere shudder-coining.”
This adventure concerns the legend of a witch who lives deep within the forest, deep within every forest. Known as The Pale Lady or The Flower Mistress, there’s just one catch. She’s not a witch at all.
THE MADNESS OF DR. CALIGARI is an upcoming anthology inspired by the 1920 silent horror film THE CABINET OF DR. CALIGARI. Stories by Ramsey Campbell, John Langan, Paul Tremblay, Michael Cisco, and others.
I’ve lost my mind over writers that experiment with surrealistic forms, books filled with stunning art, pages of heavyweight expensive paper, and sewn in book ribbons. Yet DARKNESS, MY OLD FRIEND charmed the hell out of me by stripping everything back to concentrate on what matters most.
Our beloved cosmic horror is at work, more accurately perhaps in its guise as existential horror. I wish you could see my hand tremble with excitement as I write these words, for THE LONEY by Andrew Michael Hurley is a truly captivating novel.
The very last thing I expected within a book of African Horror was a scene that transported me immediately to the mid-eighties, reading SALEM’S LOT in my Aunt’s summer house, the hackles on the back of my neck rising, yet there it was.
Clines incorporates the Cthulhu mythos into Robinson Crusoe quite ably and I’m happy to say by returning the mythos to its very source.
Nuzo Onoh: “In Africa, we have a proliferation of tribes (over 3000 tribes and counting), each, boasting a treasure-chest of supernatural entities, which very few cultures, not even the Japanese, can rival in their sheer volume and malevolence.”
I love the slow burn, the building sense of unease, and that certain sense of strain I associate with a well crafted tale of quiet horror. With that in mind I turned to five contemporary writers to ask their thoughts of the meaning behind the phrase.
John Claude Smith is unafraid of the unflinching gaze and even more uncompromising in his task of laying it down upon the page for all to see.
Some say Pulver was this, some say he was that. Only I know the truth.