Yes I’m still alive and kicking. Sorry for the lack of reviews lately. I’ve been working on other projects and it’s been cutting into my time spent creeping around in attics and luring poor orphans into the kind of situation pictured above.
This picture delightfully illustrates another one of those situations that happens to me: All. The. Time.
You just never know when you’re going to run into a pair of inbred, head-hunting, Siamese twin, hick brothers who also happen to be members of a rabid red cowl wearing secret society. Let me tell you that every time this happens to me, one of the brothers is ALWAYS missing at least one of this front teeth. They will ALWAYS be found dancing around a giant cursed gem with a head on a stick and terrorizing a redhead who happens to be wearing a crown she just uncovered in a South American archeological dig. And a tube top. My life is that awesome.
IN THIS ISSUE
THE SINGING SHADOWS
A Novel of Weird Enslavement
By VINCENT CORNIER
THE CURSE
OF THE
HOUSE
A Story of
Witchcraft’s Labyrinth
By ROBERT
BLOCH
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