Originally published in 2016, Mayan Blue remains one of the most thunderous debut novels on the indie scene to come out over the last decade.

…there are parts of me that already seem to be edging towards retirement, while other parts continue with business as usual. Oddly, these two halves seem in sync so far.

Decades ago, probably around 2001 or 2002, a bunch of us were talking about some of our all-time favorite horror novels. (I can’t remember if it was at a convention or in the old Horrornet chat room. I suspect it was the latter). Regina Garza-Mitchell mentioned Elephantasm by Tanith Lee…

It was at this point that Mikey decided laying down in the road was better. Then John slid into the road and joined him.

The target of the intervention was myself, and the reason for the intervention was my wanton disregard for the proper use of semicolons. And it’s true. I abused the hell out of semicolons. My friends insisted that going forward, any time I felt the urge to use a semicolon, I should use an em dash instead.

She paved the way for authors today such as CJ Leede (whose work reminds me in some ways of Charlee — not as imitation or pastiche, but in heart and emotion) and Eric LaRocca, as well as authors who aren’t…

It’s something to be absorbing all of this history before Mary and I are guests at GenCon later this summer. At least, we are told that we are guests. We don’t yet seem to be listed on the website or any posted scheduled programming, but we keep being assured that we will be. I dunno. I figure worst case scenario I’ll just wander the dealer’s room in search of vintage Gamma World stuff all weekend.

This was not your parents’ Stephen King novel. Hell, this wasn’t even your older brother’s Skipp & Spector novel. Bad Brains was something new. Something different. It felt… dangerous.

I’m not the best qualified person to write about the history of our genre. The ones who were the best qualified — Karl Edward Wagner, John Pelan, and J.F. Gonzalez — are no longer with us. But I’ve also been championing Lisa Kroger and Melanie R. Anderson as the heirs to that position.

A member of federal law enforcement and an expert on serial killers, (including Dahmer), Elizabeth Steffan elevates what could have just been a lurid thriller into a brilliant and technically accurate police-procedural that is all the more chilling for its uber-realism.

…while I was reinventing zombies for a new generation during my time at Leisure Books, my fellow Leisure stablemate Christine Feehan was doing the same for…

Oh, I can quote you the lyrics to hundreds of thousands of songs across a multitude of genres. I enjoy the occasional limerick or greeting card. But as far as actual poetry goes? The only poem I remember studying in school was one by Stephen Crane. And I used to skip past…

It’s the closest literary experience to watching a David Lynch film that I have ever known, filled with that similar quirky humor, beautiful surrealism, and genuinely frightening moments.

… it’s a way for him to honor and grieve his friend and give us fans a chance to celebrate together, as well. I respect the hell out of that.

There hasn’t been a day in eighteen years when I haven’t been proud of this kid, and I tell him all the time — but sometimes a parent needs to put an exclamation point on that.

She also does a masterful job of misdirection. What might seem at first like a fun take on The Sixth Sense becomes something else entirely. At its core, Seeing Things is a modern-day callback to the traditional gothics from which horror, as a genre, sprung.

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.