Hello and welcome to the 6th issue of The Lovecraft eZine! As you probably know, this issue almost didn’t happen. Because of my illness, publishing the ezine all by myself had become just too overwhelming. Finally, I got the bright idea to ask readers for help with their time and their money, and you responded in force!
So The Lovecraft eZine is here to stay. I want to say how much I appreciate all of you who have offered to help. I realize more than ever that Lovecraftians truly are a family. I have also been gratified to realize how much this magazine means to so many people. I have received email after email thanking me for publishing it. I appreciate those emails very much.
The main goal of The Lovecraft eZine is to provide high quality stories based on Lovecraftian themes free of charge. I am glad that the ezine has been given new life, and it will continue for a long, long time.
And now… on to the stories!
Ushered On the Wind, by Jeffrey J. Taylor & W.H. Pugmire: They came on the wind. That is my warning and my final testament to the world, a world I fear that I am not long for. So many good men gone, and I, the last of them, could do nothing to save them. I am headed south to find a man that my younger brother whispered of, someone that I think may help me. I thought of him as a nut when I first heard of him – but that was before my world was pulled out from under my feet…
The Audient Void, by Mark Lowell: She comes to the house tired and wet and lonely. The sky is dark overhead and glitters with stars, and the sound of the crashing sea fills her ears. She found the house by accident, when the beam of the lighthouse swept over it, just as she was considering sleeping on the rocks. It is only a single story, built of faded and drooping wood, the sides leaning precariously like it is tired and wants to roll over and fall asleep. The door is unlocked…
In Phantom Isolation, by W.H. Pugmire: I gazed inward and saw naught but phantoms, apparitions that, churning, laced my soul with doom. I did not mind that this was so, for I had wearied of clumsy humanity and its uncouth realm, wherein they danced in joyful delusion beneath an expiring sun. I felt nothing but disdain for their mindless frolic as they chided my malcontent. I felt kinship with my phantoms only…
The Weird Studies of Harley Warren, by Berin Kinsman: The author says, This is “The Statement of Randolph Carter” told from Harley Warren’s point of view. I’ve done my best to not only make it fit with that story, but to not contradict the other Randolph Carter stories.
As always, all story artwork is by mimulux! Please visit her website and, if you can, maybe even buy some of her art. The Kindle and Nook versions are done by Cthulhu Chick — thanks, Ruth. I very much appreciate your help. Thanks also to Bruce Priddy and to Sandra Lock (for her help, and also for putting up with me!).
Thanks for reading,