Archive for August, 2014

YBWeirdFictionYEAR’S BEST WEIRD FICTION, Vol. 1, edited by Laird Barron, is out NOW.

You can order it right here

The Kindle edition is on sale here.

To read my previous post about it click here.

“Success” by Michael Blumlein
“Like Feather, Like Bone” by Kristi DeMeester
“A Terror” by Jeffrey Ford
“The Key to Your Heart Is Made of Brass” by John R. Fultz
“A Cavern of Redbrick” by Richard Gavin
“The Krakatoan” by Maria Dahvana Headley
“Bor Urus” by John Langan
“Furnace” by Livia Llewellyn
“Eyes Exchange Bank”
by Scott Nicolay
“A Quest of Dream” by W.H. Pugmire
“(he) Dreams of Lovecraftian Horror” by Joseph S. Pulver Sr.
“Dr. Blood and the Ultra Fabulous Glitter Squadron” by A.C. Wise
“The Year of the Rat” by Chen Quifan
“Fox into Lady” by Anne-Sylvie Salzman
“Olimpia’s Ghost” by Sofia Samatar
“The Nineteenth Step” by Simon Strantzas
“The Girl in the Blue Coat” by Anna Taborska
“In Limbo” by Jeffrey Thomas
“Moonstruck” by Karin Tidbeck
“Swim Wants to Know If It’s as Bad as Swim Thinks” by Paul Tremblay
“No Breather in the World But Thee” by Jeff VanderMeer
“Shall I Whisper to You of Moonlight, of Sorrow, of Pieces of Us?”
by Damien Angelica Walters




A poem by Robert E. Howard
Dedicated today to the memory of Robin Williams.


Art by Frank Frazetta

               THE TEMPTER

Something tapped me on the shoulder
Something whispered, “Come with me,
“Leave the world of men behind you,
“Come where care may never find you
“Come and follow, let me bind you
“Where, in that dark, silent sea,
“Tempest of the world ne’er rages;
“There to dream away the ages,
“Heedless of Time’s turning pages,
“Only, come with me.”

“Who are you?” I asked the phantom,
“I am rest from Hate and Pride.
“I am friend to king and beggar,
“I am Alpha and Omega,
“I was councilor to Hagar
“But men call me suicide.”
I was weary of tide breasting,
Weary of the world’s behesting,
And I lusted for the resting
As a lover for his bride.

And my soul tugged at its moorings
And it whispered, “Set me free.
“I am weary of this battle,
“Of this world of human cattle,
“All this dreary noise and prattle.
“This you owe to me.”
Long I sat and long I pondered,
On the life that I had squandered,
O’er the paths that I had wandered
Never free.

In the shadow panorama
Passed life’s struggles and its fray.
And my soul tugged with new vigor,
Huger grew the phantom’s figure,
As I slowly tugged the trigger,
Saw the world fade swift away.
Through the fogs old Time came striding,
Radiant clouds were ’bout me riding,
As my soul went gliding, gliding,
From the shadow into day.