THE HOLLOW MAN

Four. Yes, that’s how many there were. Come to my home. Come to my home in the hills. Come in the middle of feast, when the skin had been peeled back and I was ready to sup. Interrupting, disrupting. Stealing the comfortable bloat of a full belly, the black scent of clean bones burning dry on glowing embers. Four.

Yes. That’s how many there were. I watched them through the stretched-skin window, saw them standing cold in the snow with their guns at their sides.

The hollow man saw them too...(more)

10 TIPS FROM MR. FOX & MR. PARTRIDGE

A few years ago, Subterranean Press published my collection, Mr. Fox and Other Feral Tales. If the title seems a little familiar, it should—the original Roadkill Press edition of Mr. Fox was my first book way back when in 1992, and it brought me my first Bram Stoker award.

But the SubPress edition of Mr. Fox was a different animal. The subtitle told the story: A Collection/A Recollection/A Writer’s Handbook. Or, to put it another way, there were stories in the book—the seven tales from the original edition, plus eleven other early stories and an excerpt from an unfinished novel—and there were memories, too... (more)