Fifty years ago, Great-uncle Stanton was a successful author of supernatural horror. His heroes were always brash and unafraid when the reader would have been cowering, while the man behind the typewriter was painfully private, writing under an opaque alias… Continue Reading
Listen, children, and hear the tale of Bramblewood and how it came to change seasons by the hours of the day. There was in the 2nd Century Edgar IV, the King of Pennsylvania, a vain and childless ruler who claimed… Continue Reading
“See anything you like?” the curse-broker asked, popping her head in through the door of the consultation room. Lauren looked up from the catalogue open across her lap. Last week, in those first moments of rage, the idea of supernatural… Continue Reading
When I first met my ex-girlfriend’s new guy, I leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Zahoth Xin Haagra.” He looked at me questioningly, but I didn’t repeat myself because my throat suddenly hurt. Anyway, he had heard. A week… Continue Reading
“Why won’t you tell me why you’re here? Why you’re no longer a man?” Ekaterina whispered from her perch on the wall of the elephant enclosure, her matted, blond hair occasionally getting tangled in her emphatic gestures. What does it… Continue Reading
Garth Tanner spat a stream of tobacco in the general direction of a spittoon. He turned to face Kid Hart and rested his right hand on the ivory grips of his Colt. “Ah don’t like bein’ called a cheap gunman.… Continue Reading
I mumbled a spell as the aged woman spun the wheel. Most avoided the wheel at the carnival, but I could use magic to make the wheel stop where I wanted. I had learned much from an old wizard before… Continue Reading