Horror World Announcements
Gaiman Broadside now available!
(Dec 7, 2014)
The Neil Gaiman hand made broadside 8 Rules For Writing is now available!
There are only 90 copies left so order one while you have the chance!
While you are there you can also add a copy of the Rhyme Maidens broadside, signed by both Neil Gaiman and George Walker. These are long sold out but I found some copies hiding in my office. Only 20 copies left.
Also, you can add an 8 Rules For Writing full color poster to your order for only $10 The posters are signed by Neil Gaiman and artist Keith Minnion. The posters were originally intended for booksellers only, but I’m letting the rest go directly. Only 25 copies left
These will all ship early next week so you will get it in plenty of time for Christmas!
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CEMETERY DANCE PUBLICATIONS INVITES YOU TO VISIT STEPHEN KING REVISITED
(Oct 31, 2014)
BALTIMORE – Cemetery Dance Publications invites readers everywhere to the launch of StephenKingRevisited.com, a massive new project unlike anything the horror and suspense publisher has undertaken in their twenty-five years in publishing.
Starting this Halloween, Cemetery Dance founder and publisher Richard Chizmar will begin re-reading ALL of Stephen King’s books in the order of publication, starting with Carrie, and posting his thoughts about the experience.
“Like many longtime readers,” Chizmar explains in his first post on the site, “I can chart the course of my life by when and where I read most of Stephen King’s books. Re-reading Christine recently (when writing an afterword for an anniversary edition) inspired the project was like traveling back to my youth in a time machine. I turned the pages, and I was a teenager again, carrying around a tattered, old paperback. Experiencing the novel for the first time. It felt like a kind of magic. And I wanted to do it again.”
When Chizmar asked Stephen King what he thought of the idea of him re-reading all of the books in order, King replied, “You should blog about it” and “go for it!”
After each re-read, Chizmar will post his thoughts on StephenKingRevisited.com. Readers are encouraged to read along and share their own thoughts, including their memories of where they were when they first read each book.
For readers who are interested in behind the scenes information about King’s unprecedented career, author Bev Vincent will be providing a historical context post for each title, including insightful anecdotes about the writing and publication history of the book.
In addition, special guest contributors who are well known to Stephen King readers will be providing their own take on the books. Some of the first guest contributors include Michael Koryta (author of So Cold the River and Those Who Wish to Kill Me), Josh Boone (director and writer of the films The Fault in Our Stars, Stuck in Love, and two forthcoming Stephen King projects, Lisey’s Story and The Stand), and Jack Ketchum (author of The Lost, The Woman, and I’m Not Sam).
Stephen King Revisited can be found at StephenKingRevisited.com and Cemetery Dance Publications can be followed on Facebook and Twitter for updates:
Cemetery Dance Publications is widely-considered the world’s leading specialty press publisher of horror and dark suspense. The hardcover imprint has published more than 300 affordable and collectible Limited Edition hardcover books from the genre’s most acclaimed authors including Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Ray Bradbury, Peter Straub, Clive Barker, William Peter Blatty, Gillian Flynn, Scott Smith, Richard Laymon, Frank Darabont, Douglas Preston, Lincoln Child, Bentley Little, Graham Masterton, Douglas Clegg, Jack Ketchum, John Skipp, Ray Garton, Brian Keene, Mick Garris, Max Brooks, Michael Koryta, Justin Cronin, Joe R. Lansdale, and hundreds of others. More information can be found at: http://www.cemeterydance.com
For more information about this announcement or to arrange an interview with Richard Chizmar, please contact:email@example.com
FEAR CITY by F. Paul Wilson – Enter for a Chance to Win a Signed Copy
(Oct 14, 2014)
Rage, terror, and redemption: these are the stones upon which F. Paul Wilson builds the concluding chapter of Repairman Jack: The Early Years, the prequel trilogy focusing on the formative years of Wilson’s globally popular supernatural troubleshooter.
The strands of Jack’s life, established in the first two books, Cold City and Dark City, are now woven into a complete pattern.
Centered around the events leading to a terrible explosion in New York City in 1993, Fear City shows the final stages of young Jack becoming Repairman Jack. A dark story, full of crisscrossing plots and startling mayhem, with secret agents, terrorists, a freelance torturer, a secret society as old as human history, love, death, and a bleak triumph. Jack threads his way through this intricate maze, as people he loves are stripped away from him in a way that presages the later epic series of novels.
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Read an excerpt:
PAUL WILSON, the New York Times bestselling author of the Repairman Jack novels, lives in Wall, New Jersey. In 2008, he won the Bram Stoker Award for Lifetime Achievement.
“Is this the Shadow?” Jack said, holding up the cellophane envelope. “I mean, the Shadow?”
The sixtyish guy behind the counter—lank hair, three-day stubble, ratty brown cardigan—looked annoyed as he brought it close to his smeared glasses and squinted at the label. Jack wondered how he saw anything through them.
“If it says ‘genuine glow in the dark Shadow ring,’ which it does, then that’s what it is.”
Attracted by the BACK-DATE MAGAZINES sign, Jack had wandered into this narrow, coffin-sized store off Times Square. The place seemed to specialize in Life magazine and had moldy issues piled to the ceiling. Jack had been curious to see if the place stocked any old pulps. It did, but only a few, and those had disconcerting titles like Ranch Romances and Fifteen Love Stories. None of the Black Mask types he was hunting for. But tucked in among the yellowed, flaking issues he’d found the ring.
The white plastic body was shaped like the Shadow on each side—Jack could even make out a .45 Colt semiauto in one hand—but the stone set in the top was bright blue and shaped like Gibraltar.
“But this looks nothing like the Shadow’s girasol ring.”
The guy stared at him. “Do you even know what a girasol is?”
This seemed to take him by surprise. “Okay. Point for you. What are you—eighteen?”
Jack didn’t react. He got this all the time. “You’re half a dozen short.”
“Coulda fooled me. But still a kid. How does a twenty-four-year-old like you know about the Shadow’s girasol ring?”
“Read a few old issues.”
“That’s the pulp Shadow. The character started on radio, sponsored by a company called Blue Coal. That blue plastic ‘stone’ there is supposed to be a chunk of blue coal.”
Jack was thinking it was just about the neatest thing he’d seen in a long time.
“And it glows in the dark too?”
“That’s what it says. Never tested it.”
“That’ll be a bargain next year after the movie comes out.”
“The Shadow. Gonna star Alec Baldwin, I hear.”
Jack remembered him from The Hunt for Red October. Yeah, he had the look for the Lamont Cranston part.
“So if I’m tired of it next year you’ll buy it back for more?”
“Can’t promise that. Can’t even promise I’ll be here, what with Disney moving in.”
News to Jack.
“Word is they’re negotiating a ninety-nine-year lease on the Amsterdam.”
“Donald Duck on the Deuce? No way.”
“Everybody’s scared shitless because it’ll be proof that the Times Square cleanup every mayor since LaGuardia’s been talking about is gonna happen, and you know what that means.”
Jack pushed aside a vision of Minnie Mouse in hot pants saying, “Hiya, sailor.”
“Rents through the roof. Guys like me forced out, moving over to Hell’s Kitchen or farther downtown or just closing up and walking away.”
“Oh, no! Where will people go for their copies of Ranch Romances?”
His eyes narrowed behind the grimy lenses. “You a wiseass?”
Jack could see the guy was genuinely worried. He thought about boxing up and moving all those copies of Life and regretted the remark.
“Sometimes the mouth runs ahead of the brain.”
“People get in trouble that way.”
“Tell me about it.”
He forked over a Jackson. The guy slipped it into his pocket and didn’t ask for sales tax. Fine.
Jack walked out with his treasure and slipped it onto his pinky finger. He ambled east toward Times Square, thinking not of the Shadow but of Disney instead.
What he remembered most about Disney World from the couple of times his folks had taken him there during the seventies was how clean it had been. Could that happen here? Times Square was anything but clean, and 42nd Street even less so. But grime and kitsch and porn and fringe people were part of the ambience. Take that away and replace it with a bunch of high-end chain stores and what did you have? You had a freaking mall. Might as well move back to Jersey.
As he crossed Duffy Square and headed up Seventh Avenue, he realized the writing had been on the wall for a couple of years now, ever since the state started buying up properties along the Deuce, especially the old theaters.
Plus ça change…?
Jack doubted it.
If the magazine guy was right about the Amsterdam, then change was sure as hell coming and, as far as Jack was concerned, not for the better. Well, better if you were a landlord, but no way for a small businessman. Things would not, as the saying went, stay the same. All the quirky little stores and all the quirky people who frequented them and all the quirky people who ran them were going to go the way of the Neanderthals.
His growing dark mood about the end of an era was blown away by the sight of a familiar face trying to hail a cab across the street from the Winter Garden. She was talking on a mobile phone as she waved her arm.
She turned and, for an instant, looked not-so-pleasantly surprised. Then she smiled. “Jack! How nice to see you!”
They shared a quick, slightly awkward hug.
He pointed to her phone—one of the new smaller versions. Unlike the older brick-size models with the big antenna, these could fit in a pocket. He noticed NOKIA under the oblong screen.
“Up with the latest technology, I see.”
“I looove this thing! It’s made my life so easy. No more looking for a pay phone.”
He gave her a lopsided grin and cocked his head toward the Winter Garden marquee. “Going to see Cats?”
Their fling thing had lasted two years and during that whole period the only time they’d been to a theater was to see Penn & Teller. Cristin had ended it. She hadn’t called it quits, per se, more like weaned them off each other. They used to get together every Sunday—every single Sunday—but last fall she’d started begging off with increasingly lame excuses until Jack got the message.
She may have engineered the actual parting, but Jack had been the reason. They’d gone into the relationship with the understanding that they’d get together one day a week and be friends with benefits, nothing more. Cristin had been very strict about not wanting strings and Jack had been all for it. At least at first. Along the way he became attached and started wanting more. But Cristin wasn’t looking for more. She liked things just the way they were and wouldn’t bend.
Jack had suffered through the process of attenuation, but after clearing the air at an official breakup lunch between Christmas and New Year’s, they’d parted friends.
Seeing Cristin again for the first time in weeks made him realize he was still carrying a torch for her.
“You’ve let your hair grow,” he said.
She had a roundish face, dark hair, blue eyes, and a bright smile that always made him want to smile too. She wore her fur-lined raincoat.
“Can I see?”
“You still getting off on that?”
“I don’t know about getting off…”
She rolled her eyes, did a quick turn, and lifted her hair. She had one tattoo and it decorated her nape: a Sumerian symbol known as ama-gi.
He caught the briefest glimpse, and then she dropped her hair.
“I was heading for a late lunch…” he began.
“Oh, I’d love to, Jack, but I’ve got to get down to FIT. I have a class.”
Years ago she’d dropped out of the Fashion Institute to work full time for an event planning operation called Celebrations. The job kept her hopping all over the city, but she still wanted her degree and took one course a semester to keep herself moving toward it.
“Tomorrow then? Or Thursday?”
He hoped he didn’t sound desperate. He didn’t feel desperate … he simply wanted to spend a little time with her.
She gave him a long look. “Just lunch?”
“Two old friends from high school sharing food and small talk.”
She smiled. “That sounds great. Dutch, right?”
She’d always insisted on paying her share and, since Jack wasn’t exactly flush these days, that was a good thing. Cristin, on the other hand, made excellent money planning events.
But where to eat?
Apparently she already had an idea. “I found a cool little French place on East Sixty-first called Le Pistou.”
Jack made a face. “Really? What’s choice number two?”
“But you like French.”
“I do.” He could eat just about anything, even snails. “But I don’t know if I could eat at a place called Piss Stew.”
“It’s vegetable soup.”
He held up his hands. “Stop. You’re only making it worse.”
“You’ll never change,” she said through a laugh. “Thursday’s good. Meet there noonish?”
He hailed her a cab and one pulled over right away.
“But just for lunch,” she said as he held the door for her.
“Of course. We broke up, remember?”
“I do. But you don’t know why.”
That took him by surprise. “I thought it was because I was getting too attached.”
“No. I was.”
She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek then slipped into the cab. He shook his head as he watched it weave down Seventh.
Cristin, Cristin, Cristin …
Despite her paranoia about strings, she seemed happy with where she was in her life. He didn’t know anybody else like that. That didn’t mean she was going to stay put. He knew she was three years into a five-year plan that involved socking away every extra cent for now and eventually opening her own boutique to sell her original designs.
She was also happy with who she was. Jack wondered what that felt like.
He’d read something from Wilde last year and his brain had attached it to Cristin: Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. Not because Wilde had been describing Cristin, but because it was so not Cristin. He didn’t know anyone who thought like Cristin. She danced to her own tune and to hell with what everyone else was playing.
He missed her.
When her cab disappeared into the traffic crush he turned and continued his uptown ramble.
Okay, the week was looking better, even if it involved a French restaurant in the East Sixties. How bad could lunch be? Twenty bucks apiece? Thirty?
Yeah, his resources had dwindled. Perhaps he’d been too generous in his flush days. He didn’t regret it, though. He lived a simple life. His two major expenses were rents: on his apartment and on the garage space for Ralph. Other than that, he lived on junk food and beer.
His fix-it business hadn’t exactly taken off. He collected a fee now and again, but the jobs were sporadic. Nothing he could count on. So he’d been supplementing his income as a waiter in a hole-in-the-wall West Village trattoria that paid him under the table. Perhaps “paid” was a euphemism—a teeny fraction of minimum wage—but the tips were good. Everybody had heard Dylan’s “Positively 4th Street” and all the tourists flocked to West 4th when they visited the Village. Trattoria Villagio waited there to provide drinks and light fare when they took a break from prowling the specialty shops.
He checked his watch. Lots of time to kill before meeting a prospective customer at Julio’s. Maybe he’d grab a Whopper and train over to Brooklyn to check on an investment.
Copyright © 2014 by F. Paul Wilson
New Chapbook From Mary SanGiovanni: No Songs for the Stars
(Oct 7, 2014)
“No Songs for the Stars” by Mary SanGiovanni is an elegantly written genre-crossing chiller of noir, SF and horror – a perfect addition to the White Noise Press library of unique fiction by the genre’s best writers, in other words!
Published in a strictly limited edition of 150 signed and numbered chapbooks, printed on fine and rare papers, and housed in a hand-crafted envelope sleeve, Mary’s new story will be an important addition to your library of discriminating collectable fiction … and perhaps as a new and unwelcome guest to your deepest fears and most unsettling nightmares.
The order link: http://www.whitenoisepress.com/songs/
(Oct 6, 2014)
WE WANT YOUR FACE!
The Horror Writers Association (HWA), the premier organization of writers and publishers of horror and dark fantasy and home of the iconic Bram Stoker Awards®, has launched a new promotion campaign for the horror, dark fiction and occult genre – Horror Selfies. The campaign highlights the exceptional work, both literary and cinematic, produced by the horror genre.
Inspired by the popular “Say it with a Sign” meme—used by everyone from Ellen DeGeneres and Jon Bon Jovi, to David Beckham and Princes William and Harry—the HWA is utilizing the vast reach of social media to provide a platform through which people can tell the world why they love horror.
Authors and readers, actors and directors, fans and followers, are invited to submit a selfie to www.HorrorSelfies.com in which they hold a sign encouraging others to read horror/dark fantasy, to watch horror movies, or to write horror. Additionally, we are encouraging people to promote literacy and reading among children and Young Adults, or to support a local library in their Horror Selfies.
At the end of October a random selfie will be selected and the winner will get a whole swag of signed horror novels!
ANYBODY CAN POST A SELFIE. You’ll be able to see your post and easily SHARE it widely through many social media platforms
Savage Wolverine by David Morrell
(Sep 23, 2014)
MY WOLVERINE COMIC BOOK
Eight years ago, Marvel Comics asked me if Rambo’s creator would write a story about another military icon, Captain America. From childhood, I’ve been a fan of comics, and I leapt at the chance. The result was a six-part series, CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE CHOSEN, released in trade paperback with an afterword by me, along with my script for the first issue.
Marvel then asked me to write a two-part series SPIDER-MAN: FROST, published in a trade paperback, AMAZING SPIDER-MAN: PETER PARKER—THE ONE AND ONLY, along with an essay I wrote about how a comic book is created.
Now I’ve written a comic book for another iconic Marvel character, WOLVERINE—released in comic-book stores today. It’s part of a series called SAVAGE WOLVERINE, and its title is FERAL.
With each of these characters, I asked myself what was the core of the character. For Captain America, it’s courage, honor, loyal, and sacrifice. For Spider-Man, it’s “with great power comes great responsibility.” For Wolverine, it’s the conflict between the part-animal, part-human aspects of his personality. In WOLVERINE: FERAL, he’s forced to make a harrowing choice.
The golden age of comics was in the 1950s, in the hey-day of EC Comics, whose stories were so strong that Congress attacked the comic-book industry and denatured it. Only in the last 20 years did comics regain their strength. Creating my Wolverine story, I went back to those EC years and wrote something that in parts is so strong that maybe Congress would have attacked it in the 1950s.
WOLVERINE: FERAL goes on sale tomorrow. Order details can be found here.
JournalStone Publishing Announces the acquisition of HorrorWorld.org.
(Aug 22, 2014)
SAN FRANCISCO, August, 2014 – JournalStone Publishing (JSP) President, Christopher C. Payne is pleased to announce the acquisition of the award winning site, HorrorWorld.org – Horror’s #1 Community on the Web.
Horror World originally started out as Masters of Terror run by Andy Fairclough of the UK. The site featured message boards for UK horror authors. Several years later HorrorNet, which featured message boards for US horror authors folded and Andy invited them to MOT. Eventually Andy changed the name to Horror World and ran it successfully for several years before he decided that he wanted to pursue other interests. He posted in August of 2003 that he was going to let the site stay as it was unless he could find a successor. He actually found two – Ron Dickie and Nanci Kalata, with Ron leaving in August, 2005.
Nanci Kalanta: Nanci Kalanta took over Horror World in October of 2003. She and Ron Dickie moved Horror World from an unhosted free site to its own URL. Horror World has been nominated twice for a Stoker Award and twice for the Shocklines Shocker Award winning the Shocker in 2005. Nanci has done marketing work for several NYTimes Bestselling authors and is the Reviews Editor for Cemetery Dance Magazine and will soon be Reviews Editor for Dark Discoveries Magazine. She Co-Chaired the 2011 Stoker Weekend with Vince Liaguno.
HW Press, Nanci’s publishing company, has published two anthologies and novels by Lucy Snyder, Steven Savile and Matthew Warner.
Nanci lives in her dream location deep in the Shenandoah Valley at the base of the Blue Ridge Mountains. She currently works from home in an office she shares with her two cats. She is an avid book collector and reader.
JournalStone Publishing is a dynamic publishing house, focusing in the Science Fiction/Fantasy/Horror genres in both the adult and young adult markets. JSP also owns and operates the Hellnotes website, offering daily news and reviews of interest to genre readers and fans, Dark Discoveries Magazine, a slick, full color, distinguished and internationally distributed quarterly magazine and Bizarro Pulp Press, (next big thing in weird) an independent publisher of genre fiction. We publish in multiple book formats and market our authors on a global level. We are also active with numerous major writer’s groups, including the Horror Writers Association (HWA), and produce a monthly newsletter with a large circulation.
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Actor Brett Halsey To Sign Novel At Dark Delicacies
(Jul 28, 2014)
On Saturday Aug 2nd at 2:00p.m. Dark Delicacies will hold a signing for author Brett Halsey.
Brett will be signing his first novel A Grave Misunderstanding. He is well known for his acting skills in Return of the Fly, Revenge of the Creature, The Atomic Submarine, and Twice-Told Tales.
Dark Delicacies is located at 3512 West Magnolia Blvd, Burbank, Ca 91505 and can be reached at (818)556-6660 or email@example.com.
2013 Bram Stoker Award Winners
(May 11, 2014)
The Horror Writers Association would like to congratulate the following authors and editors for their superior achievements. The association handed out the Bram Stoker Awards® at the annual award banquet on May 10, 2014, at the World Horror Convention in Portland.
LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARDS
FOR SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN A NOVEL
FOR SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN A FIRST NOVEL
FOR SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN A YOUNG ADULT NOVEL
FOR SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN A GRAPHIC NOVEL
FOR SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN LONG FICTION
FOR SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN SHORT FICTION
FOR SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN SCREENPLAY
FOR SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN ANTHOLOGY
FOR SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN FICTION COLLECTION
FOR SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN NON-FICTION
FOR SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN POETRY COLLECTION
THE SPECIALTY PRESS AWARD for superior publishing professionalism and support of the genre
THE RICHARD LAYMAN PRESIDENT’S AWARD for superior service to the Horror Writers Association
THE SILVER HAMMER AWARD for superior service to the Horror Writers Association
Horror World congratulates all the winners!
Warner Wins Play Festival
(Apr 20, 2014)
Audiences voted Matthew Warner’s stage play “Chess is Blind” their favorite of the Stage Door Productions 7th Annual Original 1-Act Play Festival, held April 11-13 in Fredericksburg, VA. You can watch this 10-minute skit about mistaken identity, chess, and Star Trek on YouTube