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The Mysterious Faces
Just a little fridge magnet frivolity. It means nuhthink!
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Grimoire Grimaces
An incredible book arrived in my mailbox the other day -- my author's copy of the "Grim Grimoire" sculpture-bound edition of Play Dead. You have to touch it (but watch your fingers) to really feel how cool this thing is, but you can get an idea of how cool it is at the Raw Dog Screaming Press website. It even comes complete with a custom-designed deck of cards! I know that a few early adopters have received their copies -- each of which is handmade and thus delivered a bit slowly -- but this collectible book will likely be priced…
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Even Zombies Love Play Dead
Happy Halloween! This fantastic photo is taken from a break on the set of Hell on Earth, a zombie film in production by Ted Bohus at Horror Biz Films. The artist behind the special "Grim Grimoire" edition of Play Dead is also a prop artist for this film (also playing a zombie), which will feature one of his famous "Necronomicon"-styled books. The special edition of Play Dead will priced and orders will be taken very soon. The standard hardcover edition of my novel is available now from your favorite bookseller (though you may have to ask them to stock it)…
The Dentist on Halloween
He fills a bowl with healthy snacks and waits for the trick-or-treaters. But they're never what he expects. Sometimes it's a burned out Crest kid -- just a skeleton blackened everywhere but her pearly whites. Sometimes it's a poor child who had no insurance -- groaning "trigg or deef" with his cancerous rictus. Sometimes it's just his lawyer chattering incoherently about malpractice. Sometimes it's an incredible human drill, screeching in his doorway, its head spinning exorcist-style and so fast he can see no features but knows that it's smiling with braces bending like the gates of hell. Sometimes it's just…
A Good Enough Box
He wants to put his head inside a cardboard box to keep him company. But it's problematic. Getting the right-sized carton is proving difficult because they make them for hats not heads, and he tumbles and thuds inside every one he's tried so far, bruising him ugly. Then there's matter of which side to face up since sometimes he doesn't want to look him in the eyes when they talk and at other times he wants to pull him out by the hair and pretend it's his birthday. And the cardboard is weak and the bottom keeps getting so soggy…