Shaking the Six Demon Bag

The amazing Josh Reynolds invited me over to his blog for a wee interview. You can read it here...if you are so inclined.

Josh's book 'Knight of the Blazing Sun' is released by Warhammer this March, and you can read an extract over at The Black Library website.

It's been a week of interviews, with others over at This is Horror and Bloody Bookish. The blog tour continues this week with posts at Gef Fox, Mark West, Simon Bestwick and Chris Gerrib's place. Guest blogs will be on the way to you wonderful folk this weekend.

Today, after the dreaded supermarket visit, I shall edit a short story and then get back to the novel. Of course, that's if I ever get dressed.

Monday Madness

My contributor's copies of Barbed Wire Hearts arrived on Saturday morning. I was going to take a photograph and display them here for all to lust after but a) I was too lazy and b) the natural light faded so fast (and taking a photo with the overhead light on wouldn't display the books in all their glory. And trust me, they're glorious. The cover is to die for.) As well as being able to purchase the book at the Dark Fuse website (Limited Edition hardback and e-book) you can now also pick up the e-book at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Two more reviews of Nowhere Hall (aka the book that just keeps giving) have crept online... The first from Joshua Reynolds (Her world is one of slippery construction, changing from one thing to the next in the blink of an eye or the turn of a page, with a dream-like haze that lulls the reader down false corridors into nightmare conclusions.) which you can read in full over at Innsmouth Free Press, and the second from Richard Baron (...is her ability to make unnatural events and characters seem as real as the very air we breathe, but this time she has added a layer of melancholy upon each page that is beautiful as it is heartbreaking) and you can read the review in its entirety on Richard's blog.

Next up, I've fallen back in love with my kindle. I suspect I only fell out of love with it because I read a couple of books that I wasn't keen on (or tried to read them) and blamed the kindle where I would normally blame the book. Anyway, Katey Hawthorne's (aka the awesome KV Taylor) book Equilibrium cured me of my kindle hate. I suspect my kindle might explode from the heat the book is generating. Ahem! Buy it.

And as a final note, PS Publishing is venturing into the world of chapbooks and their first release is Holding the Light  by Ramsey Campbell. There's a lovely comic book feel to the cover.

P.S. If you've bought Barbed Wire Hearts don't forget to enter my competition.

Bite Me

Sometimes, the internet rocks. Okay, most of the time, the internet rocks. Knowing Joshua Reynolds' book 'Dracula Lives' was forthcoming this month from Pulpwork Press, I thought I'd hold a little Dracula party on my blog. Get out those fake vampire teeth and party.  We're having Doritos...

and we've got beer...

To add to the fun the 'batty' Mr. Reynolds sent me a PDF of his book. Sometimes I think I'm a lucky fish. I'm still going to buy the real thing though and the follow up. Yep, I believe there'll be another Dracula story--which I discovered to my delight when I reached the end of the book. I am in awe of Joshua's mastery of action scenes. There's not a dull moment in the book.

For an extra helping of Dracula, check out Joshua's blog. It's party central there.

I see Pinstripes

You've possibly already seen my link via twitter, but Strange Men has notched another review in its starched pants. This one is by Joshua Reynolds. I think I yelped when Google sent me an email link to the review and I possibly didn't breathe until I'd read every single word. As I said last week on Simon Marshall Jones' blog, 'Reviews are scary.' They're also kind of awesome. Many thanks to Joshua for such a delightful review.

And talking of pinstripe suits...

I saw a strange little man wearing one yesterday. To be fair, he may only have been strange in my imagination. He was brushing up outside a tobacconists in the city centre, was about nineteen or twenty, most definitely overdressed in his pinstriped suit (which looked slightly too big). His colleagues were wearing jeans and t-shirts. He looked so tired and weary as if he'd worked there for years or as if he knew he'd be there forever, sweeping that same street. A Groundhog Day ghost in a world that kept moving about him.

Or he could have just been hungover and gone to work straight from a wedding. But there's no oddness to be weaved from that.