A small, beautiful and haunting novella about love and loss by James Everington. The narrator is surrounded by the blankness of extreme grief when an echo of the past starts to persist, making him travel back and confront his love for his dead wife. The central conceit of a fractured building works well as a metaphor for the narrator's state, and the gorgeous design of the limited hardback edition employs this well, creating tiny fissures on the top of the pages that grow lar
Suffer from Monday blues? Here's an invitation to the online launch of my book next Sunday evening, hosted by the fabulous Alex Davis. There's memes to make, quiz questions to puzzle over...and hopefully, enough uncanny stuff to magically distract you from the coming week. Here's the link to the Facebook page - hope to see you there!
Something lovely. This week I was invited to be a PANELLIST at Fantasycon! Woo! From 10am-11am, on Saturday 24th September, in the Royal Ballroom in Scarborough, I'll be on a panel entitled Creepin' Up On You: With a new wave of real life horror stories, are we running out of imaginary scares? Is reality the new horror? I can't wait...
Gary McMahon's The Grieving Stones is a small book that packs a big punch. It's soaked in atmospheric folk horror; the setting of Grief House and the Grieving Stones near it are beautifully evoked, as is the complex tangle of relationships in the house. Be warned: parts of this book linger (that punch dummy! that Backwards Girl!) and will disturb your sleep. Fine writing, and elegant, old-school horror.
On the 16th of July at 11am, I launched my first collection. It was a strange and beautiful moment. Slightly unnerving to be reading an extract in front of venerated peers like my editor, James Everington, V.H. Leslie, Mark West, Terry Grimwood, Cate Gardner, Priya Sharma and others...I didn't have the presence of mind to ask anyone to take my photos, but the tall and kind Steve Shaw of Black Shuck obliged. I read from 'Coming Back', influenced mainly by my week of medical Go