In the moments of panic and devastation after the coming of the Shadow, Vespesian has long, bitter minutes to reconsider his position. Standing in his camouflage constructed from crowds of fearful, tear-stricken commoners,… Read More
Rolf lies spread-eagled, a beautiful rag doll, on the cold floor of a vault with walls smooth and reflective as mirrors. Dried blood lines his nostrils, too dark against the ghastly white of… Read More
I must commence apologising for the lack of Umwelt in your faces yesterday. I’m afraid I woke up on friday thusly: … Read More
Londonium seethes. The rich having long since fled, only those who have no means to escape remain, and they are everywhere. More numerable than the vermin beneath in the vaulted sewers, dressed in… Read More
The fabulous, dark Anne Michaud has a deliciously morbid collection of novellas entitled Girls & Monsters coming out with DarkFuse at the end of April (check below for a truly splendid competition – a chance… Read More
Even the quiet mind, even the most disciplined, hears voices of doubt, of fear, of uncertainty. Margo’s is neither. Black rain seeps into her skin, cold as icicles. It settles in that fine… Read More
Imalia drinks in the black rain, bathes in it, body and soul. Her twin daughters, no longer enraptured by the black rain from cloudless skies, have seen her face and cower beside her… Read More
Slowly wending a line toward Londinium, weary soldiers press onward in bright sunlight, their boots weighed down with dried mud and caked blood. Sweat drips from foreheads and seeps through the thick cloth… Read More
This fabulous Goth Lady, who I’ve been lucky enough to be in an anthology with (City of Hell Chronicles 1), has to my complete lack of surprise managed to secure herself a deal… Read More
Oh gosh, if you’ve been clapping yer peepers on my little page outlining my stories out in the wild, or soon to be unleashed, you might have found those selfsame orbs alighting upon… Read More
