https://youtu.be/QsXsfrk06-I This film isn't for the squeamish. It is vampires without any of the window dressing or frills. It is, oddly, the most elegant inelegant film, I've ever seen. I think, for me, it is likely that I'd have never said another word about this film after the first time I viewed it, if … Continue reading Near Dark
"It is always night, or we wouldn't need light." Thelonious Monk Some twenty-six years ago, I began writing down, collecting, quotes in a journal. One of the first entries is "There is a woman at the beginning of all great things." ~Alphonse Lamartine. I think I found that one on a tea tab for some … Continue reading It is Always Night, Or We Wouldn’t Need Light
Masquerading in the steady winds of the Autumn night, Bonnie is sure she's seen a monster. Alice Monaghan has been entrusted with a secret, the viridescent mist is keeping one too. Something lurks in the grass, by the light of the Scorpio Moon, while Pauline walks the cemetery, row after row, each day. Sandy Jefferson … Continue reading Covenants of Lingering Bones, Release Day.
The Last Time We Visited Aldera Dune by Teri Skultety, copyright 2018, all rights reserved The last time we visited Aldera Dune, it was to watch the world die. The moons of Rionnata glowed with radiation in the distance. One purple, one iridescent green, one a golden orb. All like magic charms … Continue reading The Last Time We Visited Aldera Dune
Oh my dears, what to say about this book? Prior to having read this book, "Frankenstein", knowing the story only from film, cultural osmosis, I would likely have classified it simply as a horror story. I would have been incorrect, or at the least not giving it the credit it deserves. This book is, in … Continue reading Frankenstein
I had no plans to ever write about vampires. I was writing a western, in which these creatures were swooping from the sky, attacking, and, as it so happened, they turned out to be vampires with pale lavender skin, and jaundiced, yellow, eyes. As the story began to unfold, there was also a shape-shifter, or … Continue reading The Slick Furies, Pulp-Horror
Sometime last winter, I posted on a temporary page that I had going on that I was going to write this particular thing, and then I was going to write that thing, and then I was going to write this other thing. Then I looked at it and I thought, but, I don't do that, … Continue reading Why I Write Fiction
The ragged edge of sleep, Oh how it taunts, And in the waking hours dares to haunt the soul Of hunters graceless in their gait Who in their hunger hardly care to wait Unless then patience proves to be their need They’d rather cut your throat and watch you bleed, To eat then of the … Continue reading Wolf Song.
With “The Haunting of Hill House,” Shirley Jackson is often credited with having set the standard for Gothic haunted house stories and rightly so. Dr. Montague, with a questionably morbid curiosity that readers of the genre have come to take for granted in its necessity for creating the backbone of why any of the … Continue reading Journey’s End in Lovers Meeting: The Haunting of Hill House
There were others, they brought me flowers, but this one was different. He brought me a perfectly dissected frog, put it in a little shoe box, wrapped a red bow around it. He wanted me to see what one should look like, dissected properly, plus it saved me from having to do it myself and … Continue reading Bones: This One Was Different