Some elky & mannequin-y & werewolfy & ATBS-y lists

That’s kind of a lie. Things have been so fast & furious lately, I haven’t been able to track everything. But, I snagged a few:



The Only Good Indians

Ten years ago outside Browning, Montana, four Blackfeet shot some elk, and then went on with their lives. It happens every year, it’s been happening forever, it’s the way it’s always been. But this time it’s different.

Ten years after that fateful hunt, these men are being stalked, are being hunted themselves. By who? By . . . what? And why?

Some hunting expeditions, they’re never really over.

This one’s just beginning.


Reeling in the Years

Back in the late nineties, I’d see Stephen Dixon stories all over and flip back to his author bio at the end of the journal or whatever not because I didn’t already know it, but for the rush: it always said he had some three hundred stories published. I had maybe six at the time? Three hundred was an amazing, impossible, never-get-there kind of number. And I’m not there yet. This isn’t that post. Though I did just total up my stories from print- and e-mags a…

Long Live Hellbunny

Just calling this post that because of the season. And because of course I love Hellbunny.

Stephen Graham Jones and John....Anyway, I never did a write-up for how cool World Horror in Salt Lake City was. Got to meet Robert McCammon and have him sign my Boy’s Life (to my son), got see Ellen Datlow some more, got to hang out with Joe Lansdale again, and meet Karen, got to watch a movie Adam Blomquist had with him (The Blood on Satan’s Claw), got to meet Jonathan Martin (of “An Evening with My Comatose