Beginning with Poe’s The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym, through Lovecraft’s At The Mountains of Madness, and into modern day with books such Dan Simmons’ The Terror and Tim Curran’s Hive, the polar wastes have always made a great setting for horror.

I know this because my readers like keeping me informed. When CERN turned on their hadron collider years ago, many of you forwarded me concerned articles and said “Look! It’s THE RISING!” When the occasional feature article pops up about the giant earthworms of Africa and Australia, many of you forward me the links and say, “Look! It’s EARTHWORM GODS!”.

…works as a testimony to the fighting power and staying power of Elizabeth Massie, one of the most important women writers in modern horror fiction.

An absolute cornerstone of the Zebra Books horror line (along with Ronald Kelly, Rick Hautala, and William W. Johnstone), the books in her lengthy bibliography formed a sort of bridge between the modern gothics of VC Andrews and the pulp style of Hugh B. Cave and Manly Wade Wellman.

…it impacted me in a way no other work of horror fiction has since Stephen King’s equally masterful N.

The wait between a new story or novella by her can seem interminable, but it is always, always, ALWAYS worth it.

Absolutely fucking bonkers. That’s it. That’s the blurb.

Maeve Fly is, quite simply and inarguably, the most successful Extreme Horror novel since American Psycho, and deservedly so.

… if you don’t hear from me tomorrow, then we either got eaten by a Satyr or sentient darkness, or we found a doorway into the Labyrinth and are currently on a level of reality where the Beatles officially added Billy Preston as a fifth member and went on to record many albums through the 1970s and 1980s, and are currently leading a protest rally in 2026.

I know my worth, and I will not be told that my worth is otherwise by some ketamine-addled, effete, privileged Silicon Valley greedhead who used my work to help build his machine that will eventually burn the world down because girls wouldn’t talk to him in High School.

Edward Lee was clearing space for and lifting up women in the horror genre as far back as the 1990s, so it came as no surprise to those who truly know him and understand his writing

It’s not quite epistolary, but letters and other forms of communication are woven through the narrative and text. The finished result makes for a frighteningly effective read that keeps the reader off balance and guessing while consistently ramping up their unease.

Accidentally stabbed myself in the thumb with my favorite knife yesterday.

I lost by counting from one to J and then one to potato, and then one to green. He insisted that those were not numbers.

that might jump off early next year, plus being a responsible son to two aging parents, and a decent (if sometimes frustrating) husband…

I deeply wish J.F. Gonzalez had lived long enough to meet the two of them, because I speak with some authority when I say he would have been their number one fan

I think, for many who aren’t brain-dead mouth-breathing morons simply parroting talking points and memes they’ve heard turdfluencers like Nicholas Fuentes or that Quartering doofus…

First published in 2020, this novella — an utterly ruthless and unforgiving mix of grief horror and psychological horror — was heralded by Bloody Disgusting, this Is Horror, and others as one of the best books of that year.

That process will take the better part of a month. If your first name begins with A then your copy is on its way.

But what really spoke to me with Bishop is her mastery of using setting and place to help drive the story. The Great Northern wilds are so vividly detailed and fleshed out here, the wilderness very much feels like one of the main characters of the book.