Out Now: Respectable Horror!

Respectable Horror - Front cover web
Get ready to stay up late! Respectable Horror is out in the wilds and ready to be lured to your home. Ms Poppy LaMorte (our cover model designed by S. L. Johnson) will lead the way to a spectral crew of authors who are just dying to give you spine-tingling chills. This new collection offers names both familiar and new, writers who believe that it’s possible to terrify without more than a few drops of blood. The wind in the trees, the creak in the floor board, an innocent knock on the door: they’ll all take on a more sinister cast as you turn the pages of this book.

Introduction by K. A. Laity
The Estate of Edward Moorehouse by Ian Burdon
The Feet on the Roof by Anjana Basu
Spooky Girl by Maura McHugh
Recovery by H. V. Chao
The Holy Hour by C. A. Yates
Malefactor by Alan C. Moore
A Splash of Crimson by Catherine Lundoff
In These Rooms by Jonathan Oliver
A Framework by Richard Farren Barber
Running a Few Errands by Su Haddrell
Miss Metcalfe by Ivan Kershner
The Little Beast by Octavia Cade
The Well Wisher by Matthew Pegg
Where Daemons Don’t Tread by Suzanne J. Willis
Full Tote Gods by D. C. White
Those Who Can’t by Rosalind Mosis
The Astartic Arcanum by Carol Borden


Do serial killers, glistening viscera, oceans of gore and sadistic twists make you yawn behind a polite hand? Are you looking for something a little more interesting than a body count? These are tales that astonish and horrify, bring shivers and leave you breathless. You may be too terrified to find out what happens next – but you won’t be able to resist turning the page. We’ll make you keep the lights on. For a very long time.




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World Fantasy Schedule

I will be heading up to Saratoga for World Fantasy with the lovely Maura. We’ll be rooming with the equally lovely Debi. If you are not among the early arrivals you’ll miss my panel which is Thursday at 2pm:

City Center 2B Magic is the essential ingredient of Epic Fantasy… except when it isn’t.
Can a story be Epic Fantasy if there isn’t a spell hurling mage? Do all quests need a wizard? The panel will discuss how magic is used in Epic Fantasy and some of the texts that do things a little differently.
Paul Di Filippo (mod.), Max Gladstone, Kate Laity, Amal El-Mohtar, Karl Schroeder

As I neither write nor even read much epic fantasy this will be…interesting. I have no idea where I’ll be or what I’ll be doing after that, other than of course catching up with friends, schmoozing at the BU Rapid Fire Reading (Broadway 1 3pm-4pm) and you all know the con default: the hotel bar. There are all kinds of interesting events though this sounds like a particular winner:

Friday 3:00
Suite 458 Hilton
The Intoxication of Fantasy
“This book made me drunk,” Cory Doctorow wrote about Under the Poppy. What books or stories do the same for you — send you reeling, knock you out with their wordplay or invention? Kathe Koja will read from a selection of such intoxicating books — bring your own favorite! Intoxicants will be both read and served.
Kathe Koja

And of course, I’ll be going to this:

Sat 10:00

City Center 2B

A Tribute to Graham Joyce
Gillian Redfearn (mod.), Jeffrey Ford, Christopher Golden, Gary Wolfe, Rio Youers

See the full schedule here.

British Fantasy Awards/On the Radio

More reasons to celebrate this weekend: Fox Spirit Books got not just one but two spots on the short lists for the 2014 British Fantasy Awards. Woot! I am so chuffed for Adele and the whole skulk, because it represents a group effort — though none of it would have happened without Adele’s vision, persistence and a few well-placed kicks to the muse.

What a way to celebrate the second anniversary!

Lots of great folks on the list, including the fabulous Maura McHugh and her team for the Jennifer Wilde comic, the amazing Graham Joyce — you know, folks whose names you know. When people say ‘it’s an honour just to be nominated’? WOW, it’s an honour to be nominated as part of such a great slate of creative folks. It’s an amazing feeling.

Hey, Tirgearr is celebrating too: guess what their 100th release will be?

High Plains Lazarus by KA Laity - 500

I’ll be talking about High Plains Lazarus and White Rabbit and more when I am on the radio tonight on Tea Time with Dellani Oakes. It’s 4pm Eastern which is 9pm here in the UK. I’m on with Meredith Skye and Eden Baylee, so it should be fun. You can call in (1–646–595–4478), listen live or catch up later with the archived copy here.

Women in Horror Month

"Apple of His Eye"

“Apple of His Eye”

Oh, the bonanza of Women in Horror Month! So many riches —

Maura McHugh’s Water

Helen S. Grant’s reading of Lilith’s Story and her co-production with her son, A Playmobil Warning to the Curious

Lynda E. Rucker’s The House on Cobb Street

A quartet of ladies from The Dark Magazine

Peg Aloi on the remake of Last House on the Left

Joan De La Haye’s The Bride

The H Word: In Search of Horrible Women by S.P. Miskowski

20 (now 41) Black Women who Write Horror — a twofer from Sumiko Saulson

My own recording of Rook, from Unquiet Dreams and dedicated to my pal Maura — features photos of Galway, too. Other free reads are also available, like the urban horror ‘Fluorescence’ over at The Harrow.

Friday Friends Folderol

The Big Splash by Kit Marlowe - 500Kate — you say to me so very often — you have fabulous friends! What are they up to these days? I’m glad you asked:

Necon E-Books and the New England Horror Writers are conducting a blog tour in honour of the late Les Daniels, a Necon stalwart and indefatigable writer on a wide range of pop culture topics.

The fabulous Maura McHugh’s comic Jennifer Wilde is now available at ComiXology, so get stuck in! I love this comic. Be sure to check out Maura’s lovely photography, too — much of it the natural glories of Ireland.

I laughed out loud several times reading Anne Billson’s account of Brannagh’s career of ham and hubris (and really dodgy accents). Her film criticism always gives you plenty to chew over: get several feasts’ worth in the Billson Film Database. And speaking of photography, check out hers, too over at Multiglom.

Guerilla gardener and baker supreme Peg Aloi is giving a go at crowdsourcing a new headquarters for her activities. Help beautify the capital region and get some baked goods or gardening in the bargain. If you’re watching American Horror Story: Coven, be sure to catch up on the Media Witch blog.

Of course my pal Mr B has always got something going on: check out the interviews, acclaim and forthcoming works at You Would Say That, Wouldn’t You? and keep your eyes peeled for some exciting news about a new anthology coming soon from Blackwitch Press. Brazill has kicked off a new feature of a free Story for a Saturday with his classic tale “The Tut” — drop by for a chuckle and a grimace.

S. L. Johnson, the Queen of Everything, continues to turn out amazing graphics. Did you notice the link to her store down there on the right hand side of the blog? Shop like a PUNK and get stuff!

That reminds me: the Cultural Gutter has a piece on friendship (and many other things you will enjoy reading). Shop at the Fighting Moonspiders store for all your lunar sporting needs!

Plus: RAHR! The Skulk at Fox Spirit Books — so many things! Don’t forget: those Drag Noir stories aren’t going to write themselves.

And hey — it’s almost Burns Night, so here’s a fine doco on the poet.

Oh, and C. Margery Kempe‘s blogging about the fabulous Jacqueline Susann.

My latest translation and meditation on Hávamál is up, too.

What else? Tell me in the comments what you’re up to —

Henry Rollins at the Egg

At 51, Henry Rollins remains awe inspiring. It’s not just the tautly muscled physique or the fearless spirit of adventure. It’s the hard-nosed insistence on a no-holds-barred optimism. Yeah, the angry voice of punk — decades on — speaks just as loudly, passionately and uncompromisingly as ever.

He just does it to a bunch of old geezers in a nice auditorium that would never have let Black Flag set foot inside it: the Kitty Carlisle Hart Theatre at the Egg. Savour for a moment that image: Kitty Carlisle Hart, the epitome of genteel and Henry Rollins meeting.

The thing is, it would have been fantastic. Rollins can have a conversation with anyone, anywhere in the world and Carlisle Hart always had such grace, she could probably do the same. And how they would talk!

Despite the theme of his tour, Rollins eschewed direct political discussion (‘I’m not going to stand up here and tell you how to vote’) but having been immersed in reading about Abraham Lincoln lately, it coloured much of what he had to say (and became a clear rebuke of what the Grand Old Party has devolved into) and that he always referred to Obama as ‘my president’ left no doubt as to his allegiances. He saw Lincoln as someone with an eye on the long tail; unlike the current Republicans who seem to favour a scorched earth policy (literally, alas), to get in, rip out all your can, frack it if you can’t and then leave to enjoy your offshore accounts, Rollins himself offered a model of close-to-the-bone existence. His tour group is small; his merchandise is reasonably priced; he requires few frills.

He spoke of the disorientation of returning to his ‘mancave’ in Los Angeles, but can’t seem to remain stationary for long, because he has to be out on the road, meeting new people. And that’s where the optimism shines. Rollins decided to make a tour to all the places Dubya said ‘hated our freedom’ (and wow, he does a disturbingly good impression of Dubya) on his own, just to see for himself if they did. His icebreaker, when people looked at him suspiciously and asked, ‘Why are you here?’: ‘Hi, I’m Henry and I’m here just to meet YOU!’ It never failed to get a smile. His honesty and directness works with the countless fans he meets too, and he told sometimes heartbreaking stories of how they’ve touched him.

Keep up the good work, old man.


I am kind of flabbergasted by the kind words from Graham Joyce about our conversation at Alt.Fiction on the Extremely Dangerous Fairy Folk andfor  putting me in such fine company as Claire Massey and my lovely friend, Maura McHugh. I shouldn’t be surprised by random kindness; maybe it’s the effect of being back in the States, where hatred seems to have been made a virtue, proof of a kind of ‘manliness’ (appropriated by women, too) that pooh-poohs rape and that defines leadership as heedlessly crushing the most vulnerable and rattling sabres they (and their strapping young offspring) will never have to wield.