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My little announcement of my forthcoming collection.

I can finally make the announcement that my short fiction collection Censure will be published in 2026 by Zagava Press as a very limited slipcased hardcover followed by a paperback edition. Cover art is by one of my favorite artists, Odilon Redon (and it's frickin' gorgeous)!

"To Clear the Earth" is a story lost and found to me. I remember, in the mid-90s, reading a mythos story that made a deep impression on me. It was cosmic horror writ-large, on an Earth-ending scale, but in more of a science fiction paradigm than horror. The setting was Antarctica (which makes me wonder why it wasn't in the Antarktos Cycle). And here it is, by Will Murray. Doesn't resonate as much now. Four stars.

David Kaufman's "Grossie" might be the most effective story of this anthology (and also has the worst title, though it fits). It's as subtle as Lovecraft is unsubtle. There is a menace of place here and the faint aroma of ancestral evil, just enough to pique the imagination, just enough for the reader to really feel the underlying horror without facing it directly. Don't be fooled by the puerile title. 5 stars

Another Price story, but this one co-authored with Peter H. Cannon, "The Curate of Temphill" reads somewhere between M.R. James and Umberto Eco; meaning I quite liked it. I have to attribute this to the co-authorship(?), something I've done myself with good results. This tale of Templars and heretical prophecies is an unexpected and welcome find in such an anthology. No Old Ones here, but they are not needed. Five *.

"Sabbath of the Black Goat" carried a not-so-surprising ending. Add to this the hyper-compressed, yet somehow thin info dump by Stephen M. Rainey and you have a rushed three stars story. I suspect there was some word count restriction on the story, but whether the story should have been longer or shorter is difficult to say. It's clear, though, that the pulp suit just doesn’t quite fit right.

I wavered on M.L. Carter's "Prey of the Goat". It swung from interesting to hackneyed, back to good, then to trite, wallowing. In the end, I'm in the "meh" camp, with a slight twinge of "interesting," but not interesting enough to take me beyond a three stars assessment. Could-have-beens and all that rot.

. . . and Carter further demonstrates his skilled pen by way of the poem "Visions from Yaddith," which is quoted in the previous story. I'm rather curious which came first? The story? Or the poem? Each path carries some interesting implications about the writing process that I need to ponder on a while. I could see each having its benefits, and I've done both, but without much intentionality. I must think on this.

Lin Carter may have been a better writer of Lovecraftian tales than Lovecraft himself. "Dreams in the House of Weir," a story steeped in the mythos, but with just a modicum more of restraint than HPL lacked, teases the horror out instead of bashing readers over the head with it. There's a slow pull on the thread of cosmic horror here that unwinds one's sanity. If your dreams become wondrous, you should start to fear.

"Sword and Buckler" - a small chapter on the small shield. My interest is also small.

Part Two: Sword and Shield, can be summarized: protect your hand, slash at your opponent's legs or stab him in the belly, and whatever you do, do it really, really quickly, like a snapping turtle.

It's not the story that sang to me. Glen Singer's "Harold's Blues" is an old tale, a very tried and true tale, about selling one's soul for music. You already know the story, from start to finish. But the register in which this was sung . . .well, that's where the magic lies. That old, dark magic that brings songs and storms and screams in the night. Familiar, but unsettling. Four stars.

Odd that a story so poor as Price's should be followed by a sandal and sorcery story so nearly perfect as Richard L. Tierney's "The Seed of the Star God". Price can't write them, but he can pick them! Now I'm wondering if there is a full collection of Simon of Gitta's tales. I would read that! Sword, sorcery, and sacrifice in the decadence of the Roman Empire. SPQR!

During my years as an editor, I had an unbreakable rule that I would never publish my own work in an anthology I was editing. Price, in his . . . uh, work(?) "A Thousand Young" provides a shining example of why every editor should take this ethical stance. I hated this story. It was a twelve year oldest darkest sexual fantasy. Oh, and trigger warning: R***. Yeah, no. No stars, not even one. Just . . .don't.

Okay, now we get to the more interesting stuff: sword and shield, sword and buckler, sword and dagger (my favorite), sword and cloak, and two swords (where one learns how to clear a street - yes, that's in there).

Careful restraint is not the watchword in John Glasby's "The Ring of the Hyades". Lovecraft's greatest folly: naming the un-nameable, describing the indescribable, leaks into Glasby's writing like a rorschach test of purple prose. The story is alright, but rather predictable for anyone even vaguely familiar with the Mythos. I suppose that makes it a safe read for fans. Three stars.

Time to get serious about making my way through this, rather than picking at it for two pages every couple of weeks. It's a slow read (it's a step-by-step instruction manual, at it's heart), but I need to be reading this more often, and hence more fluidly, to integrate what I'm learning. I can come back and practice individual moves later on.

The subsection "Foraging for Meaning," a list of found and created objects, does more to paint the narrative of the liminal space between civilization and the wild than any narrative. It is merely a list, but to me it seemed something much, much more poignant, showing, rather than telling, revealing meaning without speaking of meaning at all.

I've read and enjoyed Ramsey Campbell's "The Moon-Lens" before, and while many consider it something akin to juvenalia, with a structure that pastiche's Lovecraft's own, I still find something intriguing here. It bridges the gap between folk horror and cosmic horror in a way that highlights the strong points of each. Maybe I just have a soft spot for it, as I would likely rate it more highly than others. Four stars.

Also, did I mention that I bought three old school D&D books that I had as a kid, but lost, oh, about thirty years ago? And I have to say - I got them for a VERY good price! So, I'm back in my 12-year-old brain flipping through the 1st edition DMG, PHB, and MM. It's juvenile bliss.

Oh, I have some VERY good news coming up about publishing. I'm rather excited. More soon.

Had a flood of thoughts on this that is too long for a progress update. I'll be writing this in my journal (yes, I keep a journal) and transcribe it later, when I'm done with the book. It's actually given me impetus to dedicate more time to getting this thing read and done.

Even the editor notes the hackneyed subject matter of J.S. Leatherbarrow's "The Ghostly Goat of Glaramara". I agree with the editor's assessment. Three stars.

Alas, the collection I thought would be coming out in February will not. I've come to a mutual agreement with the publisher to nix the project. I am, however, offering the collection to another press who will remain un-named until I have a contract in hand (if all goes well). In the meantime, I have another short story I need to get back to, about Neptune and Hades and . . . Moby Dick.