The Soviet artillery is a steady heartbeat above our heads now. Reminds me of a child stomping about the house inside his daddy’s oversized boots, moving from room to room. Footsteps instead of detonations. I rather like the image. So do a few others in here with me. It lessens the fear. And down in our hole, there’s a lot to fear these days…
Issue: January 2010
The Abilene Abduction
Before a microphone: “Sir, so you say you were abducted by aliens?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” says Harold Golt in Tony Lama boots, his daddy’s boots: resoled, real rattlesnake skin.
“Tell us about it.”
“On [...]
Viy
An ogre’s worth five minutes. Demons are ten. Double that if you’re working with two people; triple it for three. Multiply it by six if you want a horde. Increase [...]
Pullen & Bumber’s Catalogue of Particulars
As we at Pullen & Bumber are familiar with your particular proclivities, we hope to interest you in a series of items that have just come into our possession. They were delivered to the auction house mere days ago, and I assure you that no other customers yet know…
Organized Chaos: An Interview with Kelly Meding
With a long-time fascination for speculative fiction, emerging author Kelly Meding brings a new urban fantasy to readers. Her debut novel, Three Days to Dead, hits the bookstores on November [...]
Western Swordsmanship
In the history of mankind, the fine art of killing one another in a civilized and uniformed manner has been elusive. Our collective history is littered with heroes who engaged [...]