Tag: fantasy
-
Minute-Men Preview at …
Plus Panels on AI, Horror, Writing … and more! This year at Confluence, I’ll be joining brother Christopher Connolly for an in-person preview of our forthcoming novel Minute-Men: Execute & Run, set for release this fall from Caezik Science Fiction & Fantasy, an imprint of Arc Manor Books. The preview will take place 2:00 on…
-
Out Now: “Echoes” in Weird Fiction Review
Prosperous Progeny. “And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper.” That’s Mary Shelley, writing in her Introduction to the 1831 edition of Frakenstein. While writing the book as a teenager, she could not have imagined how successful the novel would become. But as an adult, after witnessing a reissue of the…
-
More from Milford Fest: Live and In Person.
In an age when professional magazines are inundated with computer-generated submissions and screen actors can be replaced by CG doppelgangers, there are still activities that remain exclusively in the human domain. I’m referring to in-person events. You can try and simulate them with Zoom and Facetime, but there’s nothing like the real thing, and I…
-
Forward into the Past: Milford Writers Festival
Eliot … crashed a convention of science-fiction writers in a motel in Milford, Pennsylvania …. “I love you sons of bitches,” Eliot said …. “You’re all I read any more. You’re the only ones who’ll talk about the really terrific changes going on, the only ones crazy enough to know that life is a space…
-
Ten Years After: The Veins Cycle
Out of the Past Today’s throwback post revisits a blog tour from September 2014. Promoting the upcoming release of Vortex, the third book in the Veins Cycle, the tour featured posts written for other websites. The first installment was a Proustian interview with the Veins Cycle’s central protagonist–a troubled young man with strange dreams and…
-
This Week on Mystery Theatre:
Cracking the CodeThe irregular tapping came from the other side of the sheet-metal wall that separated Paul’s and Harold’s cell from the totally enclosed tank for desperados next door. Experimentally, Paul tapped on his side. “Twenty-three—eight-fifteen,” came the reply. Paul recognized the schoolboy’s code: one for A, two for B … twenty-three—eight-fifteen” was “Who?” That’s a rudimentary…