You can listen to this episode on our Binary System Podcast channel at Anchor.fm! A Stranger is terrorizing the Night Vale Radio Station and the mayor of Night Vale records a heartfelt plea to help Desert Bluffs, and then she eats dirt! No, that’s not a figure of speech, she’s eating dirt. So it’s a
Maybe she hadn’t seen anything. Maybe she had come into existence seconds ago and made up every moment until this moment to explain how she came to be sitting in this booth in this diner. As long-time fans of the podcast will tell you, Night Vale is a little desert town where the scenario described
“All is death, woman. All is pain. Love breeds loss. Isolation breeds resentment. No matter which way we turn, we are beaten. Our only true inheritance is death. And our only legacy, dust.” – Hell Priest (Pinhead) There are a few things about the horror genre that I really can’t stand. Chopped-up bodies and rivers of blood
You can listen to this episode on our Binary System Podcast channel at Anchor.fm! Wow, a lot’s been going on in Night Vale over the past few weeks, hasn’t it? Just so much exciting stuff and revelations and fallout from big things happening. But Cecil doesn’t need to go over the details about The Man
He’d always wondered why people in rural areas, when interviewed after appalling violence, said, “This isn’t supposed to happen here.” As if violence had forgotten to keep itself within some prescribed geographic boundary. It’s a pretty appropriate opening chapter for a book I’m reviewing in the middle of October: a hapless housewife, a ghoulish trick-or-treater, and
Do you duty towards me, and I will do mine towards you and the rest of mankind. If you will comply with my conditions, I will leave them and you at peace: if you refuse, I will glut the maw of death, until it be satiated with the blood of your remaining friends. I posted
You can listen to this episode on our Binary System Podcast channel at Anchor.fm! Oo, the 13th episode of BSP falling on the first week of October! That’s so appropriately creepy, you’d almost think we planned it that way. Fall is here, and so is the Night Vale annual charity marathon: twenty-six miles through the
Then they saw the trickles of blood running from under his hat. They crowded round and persuaded Waters to stand still while one of the men took off his hat, stiff with blood, to inspect the injury. The back of Waters’ head came off with it. Now that October has officially begun, it’s time for
Mr. Puss-Boots dreams a story like this, a story where a prince goes creeping down into the underworld after twelve dancing princesses because some king decided the girls were having too much fun and wanted to rub their faces in how hard he owns them. Like several of her previous books and short-stories, Catherynne Valente’s latest