Day: September 24, 2014

Author Spotlight: Melanie Tem

“Fire spun high into the city night sky and low into the night river right through the rapids, leaving streaks like stars newly lit and stars falling, sizzling in the riverbank weeds so dry from weeks without rain, illuminating and surely sometimes singeing the spinner’s pale forearms and long white-blond hair. Laura watched and trembled.
The fire-spinner was very tall, unless that was just angle and reflection and fire drawing the eye upward. Sirens sang
past, not coming here, not for this place. The fire-spinner made crazy music with a million voices, with some sort of instrument that gleamed like teeth, with ankle- and wrist- and nose- and ear-bells and -rattles invisible except for near-invisible glint. Laura thought, I could do that. Not throw fire and catch it, but my voice jumps around all over the place and my tremors could make music if I put bells on my wrists. There was always drum-play, a single kettle or a concert set or rows of them like blood beats on both sides of the river. There was always weed and wine.
‘That’s what I want to do,’ Brett said beside her.
‘Why?’ A single-word question often sounded like a challenge, but it was all she could manage right now. She hoped
he knew she was eager to understand this about him.”

Review: Dead Man’s Hand – – anthology of the Weird West

Appropriately enough, the anthology opens with “The Red-Headed Dead” by Joe R. Lansdale, an eerie tale of a cemetery battle between the Reverend Jebediah Mercer (the main protagonist in Dead In the West) and a vicious vampire. It’s a chilling yarn that serves as a good introduction to the character of Mercer, a Western version of Robert E. Howard’s supernatural pilgrim crusader Solomon Kane.

Author Spotlight: Andrew S. Fuller

“He arrived in the city’s harbor overlooked by the giant female statue on the eleventh day of their September, seeking
work that he might bring his family over. Haggard and somewhat changed by his journey, but unable to sleep at night, he nestled in trees of downtown’s long green park. He sniffed their passing words until he could speak them.”