Next stop ATLANTA!

I’m a guest this weekend (August 1 to 3) at Monsterama Holiday Inn Perimeter 4386 Chamblee Dunwoody Rd. Atlanta, GA 30341. I’ll have PLENTY of books for sale. You can also bring books from home to be signed. When not sitting behind the table signing your books, here’s my schedule for the rest of the convention. Continue reading


is a new book by Wrath James White and his son, Sultan White. I wrote the introduction for it.

The book is signed by all three of us and on sale now. Limited to only 90 hardcover copies and sure to go fast.

Click here to purchase.


OPERATION ICE BAT is a new benefit anthology edited by me. It’s available for $2.99 on Kindle, Nook, and Kobo.

It contains a new story by me called “The Guardian of Tsalal”. It also contains stories by Christopher Golden, J.F. Gonzalez, Kelli Owen, Robert Swartwood, James A. Moore, Mary SanGiovanni, Geoff Cooper, Robert Ford, Mandy DeGeit, Nate Southard, and many, many more.

100% of the proceeds go to our friend Dave Thomas, who is going through hard times right now. (You readers might best know Dave from the introduction he wrote for BLOOD ON THE PAGE).

Here is the full Table of Contents:

Introduction – Brian Keene
Breathe My Name – Christopher Golden
The Tin Box – Kelli Owen
For Whom We Mourn – Geoff Cooper
Inviolable – Mandy DeGeit
Mouth – Nate Southard
Little King – Nikki McKenzie
Home – J.F. Gonzalez
The Taste of Our Indiscretions – Robert Ford
In the Details – Michele Mixell
The Guardian of Tsalal – Brian Keene
A Family Birthday – Jacob Haddon
Emily’s Kiss – James A. Moore
Pretty, Pretty Shiny – Alyn Day
I’m Dreaming of a White Doomsday – Mike Lombardo
The Mime – Mary SanGiovanni
The Wretched Spawn – Michael H. Antonio
Arrearages – Wesley Southard
Noogle Knock – Robert Swartwood


And on behalf of Dave and myself and all of the contributors, thank you in advance.


OPERATION: ICE BAT – a benefit anthology

Edited by Brian Keene

Featuring stories by (in order of appearance) Christopher Golden, Kelli Owen, Geoff Cooper, Mandy DeGeit, Nate Southard, Nikki McKenzie, J.F. Gonzalez, Robert Ford, Michele Mixell, Brian Keene, Jacob Haddon, James A. Moore, Alyn Day, Mike Lombardo, Mary SanGiovanni, Michael Antonio, Wesley Southard, and Robert Swartwood. Cover by Susan Scofield.

Digital only – Kindle, Nook & Kobo – August 2014

My Current Thoughts on Comics

(Inspired by everything from the #FireRickRemender nonsense to the ever-deepening malaise caused by creatively bankrupt crossover crap that is increasingly being foisted upon readers).

Let Brian Keene Babysit Your Child

Well, not quite. But next Tuesday, July 8th, I’ll be speaking to children at Glatfelter Memorial Library, 101 Glenview Road, Spring Grove, PA 17362 as part of their Summer Reading Program. Any child is welcome to attend (and you are welcome to attend with them). I’ll be talking about the importance of reading and writing, and explaining to the kids how to go about getting a job as a writer when they grow up. The event starts at 1pm sharp. For more information, contact Erica Hamilton at 717-793-7206 or the library at 225-3220. Please note: this event is for kids. Don’t show up without a kid, because that’s sort of creepy. But if you have a kid who’s interested in becoming a writer, or you just wish your kids would read more, then I hope to see you there.

New Reader Orientation

(Being a semi-quarterly introductory post to get new readers up to speed).

My name is Brian Keene. I am an award-winning, best-selling horror novelist. I also write comic books and other things for money. You can find a complete list of my books here, and a complete list of my comic books here. Currently, I am working on a novel (Hole in the World), a collection (Apocrypha), a novella (King of the Bastards), and two short stories (one of which is for a forthcoming X-Files book). Here is a list of Frequently Asked Questions that I encourage you to read. The best way to reach me is via Twitter, which I monitor 24/7. Email and Facebook are terrible ways to contact me, and your message is almost sure to get lost in the deluge. I have a Tumblr, which will become the focus of a micro-blogging experiment beginning tomorrow. I am also on Pinterest, Goodreads, Google+, Instagram, Vine, and many more. Links to all of those social media sites can be found here. I have a message board which I currently can’t access because of a glitch with my account, and I can’t set up a new account without losing Admin status. But you can visit it if you like. Tell everyone there I said “Hi.” I also have a free email newsletter which goes out once a month. You can sign up for it by following me on WhoSay and then choosing the option that allows me to email you. (One of those will be going out tomorrow — 7/4/2014 — in fact).


Occult detective Levi Stoltzfus is back, and in his strangest, most dangerous case yet — involving a possessed witching tree, a bargain with a demon, a humanoid cryptid stalking Levi’s hometown, a group of ruthless mercenaries, and a global conglomerate intent upon establishing a new world order. And unless Levi unravels the conspiracy, it’s all just a precursor to the end of the world, the universe, and reality itself.

Deadite Press
Paperback and e-book
Coming Soon

Don’t miss these other books in the Levi Stoltzfus series (click the image to order)

Nickolaus Pacione – Concert Promoter

Nickolaus Pacione is a mentally-ill man from Illinois who fancies himself a writer and publisher. Over the past decade, he has stalked, harassed, or threatened over four dozen professional authors including (but not limited to) myself, Cherie Priest, Ramsey Campbell, Mary SanGiovanni, Kealan Patrick Burke, Angelina Hawkes-Craig, Darren McKeeman, Poppy Brite, Ray Garton, Christine Morgan, David Niall Wilson, and many more. In recent years, he has also begun to target minors. Although his threats never progress beyond his basement, they are a source of annoyance and aggravation for many of his victims, and have earned him numerous visits from various law enforcement agencies, as well as several involuntary stays in mental health facilities. Unfortunately, like herpes, he always comes back. And also unfortunately, there is always some well-meaning or kind-hearted person who is not aware of Pacione’s abusiveness, which is why I run these quarterly public service announcements (given his penchant for befriending people on social media and then stalking or harassing people from their friend lists).

And now, having utterly failed as a writer and being exposed as a publisher who doesn’t pay his contributors and prints work without the author’s permission, Pacione has decided to reinvent himself as a concert promoter. Continue reading

What Was I Thinking?


Copyright 2014 by John Urbancik.

Dark Fantasy author John Urbancik, who is one of my closest friends, took this pic of me one morning in Portland six weeks ago. A few hours after it was taken, I was presented with the Grand Master Award. (You can read a transcript of my acceptance speech here). John told me I could use it for my new publicity photo, and I will, since my last official publicity photo was taken when the movie version of GHOUL came out, and I’ve changed a bit since then (the beard for starters).

I posted the pic on social media yesterday, and a number of people on Facebook, Twitter, Whosay, and elsewhere asked me what I was thinking when John snapped the shot. Well, I’ll tell you what I was thinking…

I was thinking about money, and how it fluctuates, and how royalty checks and advances are like dipping your hands in a mountain stream. I was thinking about how your cupped hands are initially full, and so is your belly as you take a deep drink, but very quickly, the water slips between your fingers, leaving your hands empty. And soon enough, your belly is empty, too. I was thinking about how writers get paid, and how financial security seems to elude the vast majority of us. I was thinking about whether or not I could afford to take my girlfriend out to eat after I got the award that night. I was thinking that it was time to re-think how I’m doing business, and actually start doing business again.

I was thinking about the group of writers I started out with, and who was still around, and who wasn’t, and who had made it, and who hadn’t, and if there was anything else I could do to help those who hadn’t, and if so, what. I was thinking about the peculiar form of guilt that comes with success, and how you can pull for others until your fingers bleed, but at the end of the day, it’s up to them and luck. I was thinking that you cannot control luck and you cannot control others, but you can control your own misplaced guilt, and decide that you’re allowed to be happy with what you’ve accomplished.

I was thinking about those accomplishments, and how my son and his mother and my peers and my friends and my girlfriend and my girlfriend’s family had all said how proud they were of my accomplishments, and the award, but that the people who I’d wanted to hear it from the most made their indifference clear, and how that sucked. And then I thought about how I’m 46-years old, and I’ve already written GHOUL, so fuck that noise. I was thinking you can be a disappointment to others, as long as you’re not a disappointment to yourself.

I was thinking about how it had been a very long time since I’d written a full novel. I was thinking about how the last full novel was ENTOMBED, and that was written in 2009. I was thinking about how CLICKERS VS. ZOMBIES, THE DAMNED HIGHWAY, and SIXTY-FIVE STIRRUP IRON ROAD didn’t count, because I didn’t write them by myself. I was thinking about how five-years worth of nonsense, starting with a heart attack, a divorce, and the epic Dorchester clusterfuck and ending most recently with more health problems and an uninhabitable post-storm home and a very-real case of PTSD, had really wreaked havoc on not only my ability to write, but on my confidence overall. I was thinking about how I focused on getting the backlist back into print again, and tried my hand at producing a movie, and writing comic books, all in an effort to lie to myself that I was busy with other things, when the truth was, I was meant to be writing novels. I was thinking about how I’d failed to heed my own advice, given time and time again, about writer’s block, and how it’s nothing more than an excuse, and yeah, maybe the excuse was I felt washed up and tired and didn’t have the drive to do it anymore, but fuck that noise, they’re giving me a Grand Master Award, and a few moments ago I was thinking about how it would be nice to not be broke for a change, so maybe I’d better face down my fucking fears and start typing some shit again. I was thinking about getting home, and tackling things realistically, and getting out from under a few deadlines (done), and then taking care of manuscripts and Lifetimers (now), and then mailing packages to people who are owed packages and sorting out the technical issues with the forum that prevent me from joining you (next) and then nailing the rest of the deadlines (after next).

I was thinking about how I’m almost 50, and that’s actually pretty cool, and about what a long, fucked-up trip it’s been, and about how that trip isn’t near finished yet, and about how yeah, maybe I did pull into a Rest Stop for five years and fell asleep in the bathroom as an excuse not to write, but it was time to get back on the bike and see the rest of the road.

So I did. And have been doing so for the last six weeks.

That’s what I was thinking when John took the picture. Thanks for asking.

John Pelan Hospitalized

Scott Nicolay has posted an update on author, editor, publisher, and scholar John Pelan. “John is currently hospitalized in Intensive Care in Albuquerque, and his prognosis is very serious. He is semi-comatose at present, and his condition is complicated by pneumonia and some internal bleeding. The worst part is that his doctors fear his brain may have been without oxygen for long enough to cause permanent damage.” I know John has done some polarizing things in recent years, but I’d ask that you keep the comments here free of anything but well-wishes.