Monday, 2 March 2015

Their Cramped Dark World and Other Tales - Hazardous Press

http://www.hazardouspress.com/

I just learned today that Thei r Cramped Dark World and Other Tales, my second short story collection from Hazardous Press will be published on Monday the 8th March.

My first was His Own Mad Demons.



The stories included in Their Cramped Dark World will be:

Hoody (first published in When Graveyards Yawn, Crowswing Books, 2006)
A Bottle of Spirits (first published in New Writings in Horror & the Supernatural 2, 1972)
No Sense in Being Hungry, She Thought (first published in Peeping Tom #20, 1996)
Now and Forever More (first published in The Second Black Book of Horror, 2008)
Romero's Children (first published in The Seventh Black Book of Horror, 2010)
Swan Song (first published in the Ninth Black Book of Horror, 2012)
The Farmhouse (first published in New Writings in Horror & the Supernatural 1, 1971)
The Last Coach Trip (first published in The Eighth Black Book of Horror, 2011)
The Satyr's Head (first published in The Satyr's Head & Other Tales of Terror, 1975)
Their Cramped Dark World (first published in The Sixth Black Book of Horror, 2010)

Kitchen Sink Gothic - first acceptances

Linden and I have made our first nine acceptances for Kitchen Sink Gothic, filling 113 pages. We won't be making the rest till after the end of May, which is the deadline for submissions.

So far we have stories by Franklin Marsh, Andrew Darlington, Stephen Bacon, Gary Fry, Benedict J. Jones, Kate Farrell, Charles Black, David A. Sutton and Walter Gascoigne. 

Saturday, 21 February 2015

Penny Dreadful

I must admit I did not initially expect to like this TV series, but after hearing a number of positive comments about Penny Dreadful from people whose judgement I respect say how much they liked it I decided to give it a chance and ordered copies of the DVD from Lovefilm. I am so glad I did. It's a wonderful series, with some excellent acting, intelligently-written scripts, amazingly atmospheric sets and some of the best music I have heard for a TV series for ages. I am about two thirds of the way through the first series now and am impressed at how cleverly the various horror icons have been interwoven, from Frankenstein, Dracula, Dorian Grey, etc., so much better than in any recent movie.


Proofs of Their Cramped Dark World and Other Tales

Received the proofs for my next collection of short stories from Hazardous Press today. Their Cramped Dark World and Other Tales will be published shortly with a stunning front cover by Luke Spooner.

The collection includes:
Hoody (first published in When Graveyards Yawn, Crowswing Books, 2006)
A Bottle of Spirits (first published in New Writings in Horror & the Supernatural 2, 1972)
No Sense in Being Hungry, She Thought (first published in Peeping Tom #20, 1996)
Now and Forever More (first published in The Second Black Book of Horror, 2008)
Romero's Children (first published in The Seventh Black Book of Horror, 2010)
Swan Song (first published in The Ninth Black Book of Horror, 2012)
The Farmhouse (first published in New Writings in Horror & the Supernatural 1, 1971)
The Last Coach Trip (first published in The Eighth Black Book of Horror, 2011)
The Satyr's Head (first published in The Satyr's Head & Other Tales of Terror, 1975)
Their Cramped Dark World (first published in The Sixth Black Book of Horror, 2010)

Friday, 20 February 2015

Psychomaniacs

Psychomaniacs: Tales from the Dark Side of the Human Psyche, is the tentative title for a forthcoming anthology from Parallel Universe Publications after our next anthology, Kitchen Sink Gothic is in print.

An open call for submissions will be made in June. Payment: £5 per thousand words.

Think of Robert Bloch's novel Psycho. Think Hannibal. Word length: 3,000 to 8,000 words, though we would consider longer stories if they are exceptionally good. Reprints will be considered.

The book will be edited by David and Linden Riley.

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

The Bates Motel

Watched the final episodes of the second series of The Bates Motel last night. An excellent finish to what has all along been a grippingly well written and well acted series. The leads are without exception well cast, especially Vera Farmiga as Norma Bates. I can't help feeling sad for the character, knowing what fate has lined up for her. Freddie Highmore as Norman is brilliant too, especially when his mental illness starts to take him over as the series progresses. Looking forward - with some trepidation - to the third series.

Tuesday, 17 February 2015

Fifth and final day of free kindle downloads of Goblin Mire

Today is the fifth and final day of free kindle downloads of Goblin Mire.

trade paperback:

Amazon.co.uk  £6.99
Amazon.com   $12.00

ebook: 

Amazon.co.uk £0.00 from February 13th
Amazon.com $0.00 from February 13th

Monday, 16 February 2015

Shadows Over Main Street: An Anthology of Small-Town Lovecraftian Terror

Just received a copy of Shadows Over Main Street: An Anthology of Small-Town Lovecraftian Terror, published by Hazardous Press, and edited by Doug Morano and D. Alexander Ward. It has a great, atmospheric cover by Luke Spooner (who has also done the cover for my next collection of short stories from Hazardous Press, Their Cramped Dark World).

I've only read the introduction so far by Ramsey Campbell, but will be starting the rest of it in a few minutes!

Sunday, 15 February 2015

Dead Water and Other Weird Tales by David A. Sutton

Dead Water and Other Weird Tales by David A. Sutton will be published next month by The Alchemy Press. It's splendid cover is the work of artist Jim Pitts and I had the pleasure to be invited to write the Introduction.

Saturday, 14 February 2015

Day 2 of 5 Day Free Kindle Download of Goblin Mire

This is day two of a five-day free download period for my fantasy novel Goblin Mire.

trade paperback:

Amazon.co.uk  £6.99
Amazon.com   $12.00

ebook: 

Amazon.co.uk £0.00 from February 13th
Amazon.com $0.00 from February 13th




Friday, 13 February 2015

Day 1 of 5 Day Free Kindle Download of Goblin Mire

This is day one of a five-day free download period for my fantasy novel Goblin Mire.

trade paperback:

Amazon.co.uk  £6.99
Amazon.com   $12.00

ebook: 

Amazon.co.uk £0.00 from February 13th
Amazon.com $0.00 from February 13th

Thursday, 12 February 2015

My fantasy novel Goblin Mire will be available free on Kindle for 5 days from Friday 13th February

My fantasy novel Goblin Mire will be available free on Kindle for 5 days from Friday the 13th February. I would add, though, that the trade paperback is a handsome looking book with a lovely wraparound cover by Joe Young - and very reasonably priced. Nudge nudge.

trade paperback:

Amazon.co.uk  £6.99
Amazon.com   $12.00

ebook: 

Amazon.co.uk £0.00 from February 13th
Amazon.com $0.00 from February 13th

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Saturday, 7 February 2015

Elves, Goblins and... Zombies

Is this the first time zombies have been used in a High Fantasy novel, albeit one which is deliberately earthy?

This is a small section from when this particular menace makes an appearance in Goblin Mire:



"There'll be wealth aplenty fer whoever finds him 'n' brings back his head," Mickle finished, glancing at his audience, most of them already fingering the edges of blades in grim anticipation. "When yer finds him, kill him as quick as yer can cause he's dangerous! Don't play around with him or he'll be doin' the killin' instead.  Kill him quick. Then cut off the bastard's head."
     Torches lit, grinning goblins eagerly set out in groups of twos and threes, some heading through the despoiled streets of the city, while others struck out for the nearest gates, intent on searching the countryside beyond.
     A hundred and four goblins set out, eager to complete their quest.
     These were the first of the host to find what had started in the unquiet dark in the city.
     Weapons clattering, Thurbo Ognash and Ombar Glostwiddle hurried as fast as their short legs would carry them past the plastered, bloodstained walls of the tall houses on their way to the nearest gate. En route they hastened across an open square with a stone fountain in the middle, where elves had regularly held an open market on the broad expanse of cobbles. Now, though, the pleasant square was piled with the bodies of slaughtered elves, ready to be taken and burnt on fires before they decayed. Leaping with ungainly agility across the corpses sprawled about the edge of the square, Thurbo Ognash was startled when a hand gripped his ankle, tripping him before he jerked himself upright again.
     "What're yer up to, yer stupid bastard?" he snarled, angrily grabbing the hilt of his sword before more hands gripped his legs. Cold hands. Hands that were hard and stiff. Hands that gripped so tight they hurt.
     Gulping in terror, Thurbo looked down as the bodies he had been carelessly leaping over a moment before started to move - bodies so badly cut about and chopped at with swords and axes only hours ago that they should have lain where they were till they were burned.
     Thurbo screamed, choking on the vomit that rose in his throat like a mouthful of acid as the bloodless faces of the elves - elf-men, elf-women and even elf-children - moved their heads to stare at him with bulging egg-white eyes. Bodies twisted into ungainly postures, the creatures were starting to climb to their feet, some of them clumsily falling over, yet each of them struggling to stand once more as soon as they fell.
     "Kill ‘em!" Thurbo's companion, Ombar Glostwiddle, shrieked, laying about with a long war-axe. Limbs and heads and bits of bodies flew through the air. "Kill ‘em, Thurbo! Kill ‘em, yer cowardly, cringing swine! KILL ‘em!"
     Too many, though, the dead moved in, their flesh absorbing the blows rained on them.
     Thurbo's face was purple as he choked on the vomit that spilled from his lips. Cold hands closed about his mouth, sealing his lips with icy fingers as he tottered on legs that had lost their strength as he fell in a faint. A faint that would never come to an end.
     "Die! Die, yer bastards! Die!" the less fortunate Ombar cried till dead hands tugged the axe from his grip. Other hands pulled his legs from under him, dragging him to the ground as a tall, pale elf, intestines hanging like a grotesque kilt about its waist, raised the goblin's war-axe high above its head, then brought it down, crushing deep into the goblin's face, spilling brains on the cobbles in a sundered mash which nothing - not even Adragor's sorcery - could call back to a semblance of life.

Trade paperback

Amazon.co.uk  £6.99

Amazon.com   $12.00

Kindle:

Amazon.co.uk £2.97

Amazon.com $4.50