If you’re familiar with the ElfQuest series at all, you probably already understand why I think it’s amazing, epic, and one of the most gloriously beautiful comic book series ever created. If you’re not familiar with ElfQuest…well where the heck have you been? First printed waaaaay back in 1978, ElfQuest started as an independently owned and published
Why is Golgotha the town where the owls speak and the stones moan? Why is this the town that attracts monsters and saints, both mortal and preternatural? Why is our schoolhouse haunted? Why did Old Lady Bellamy wear the skins of corpses on the new moon? How did old Odd Tom’s dolls come to life
Horror novels are good any time of the year, but the best time for them is right around Halloween. With the weather getting cooler and the nights getting longer, there’s nothing like curling up in a dark room with a cup of hot chocolate and a great horror story and scaring the hell out of
The elements of the story are all familiar: a tragic accident, a grieving loved one, a forbidden magic spell to bring the dead back to life. What starts out with the best intentions ends with an entire town under attack by a hoard of zombies. The difference here is that this isn’t Stephen King or
It was the end, for whatever remains to me of life on the surface of this earth, of every vestige of mental peace and confidence in the integrity of nature and of the human mind. There are quite a few different flavors of horror. Some horror stories focus on one particular monster, or a haunting, or
Hollywood has released yet another vampire movie, this one named after Bram Stoker’s book from 1897. To the surprise of absolutely no one, the only thing the movie has in common with the source material is a) the main character is a vampire and b) the movie’s title is Dracula. What is a surprise to me is how a book can spawn so many movie
Oskar hurriedly said: “Maybe you already have a guy at your school.” “No, I don’t…but Oskar, I can’t. I’m not a girl.” Oskar snorted. “What do you mean? You’re a guy?” “No, no.” “Then what are you?” “Nothing.” Oskar doesn’t have much going for him: lonely, unsure of himself, incontinent – especially when he’s under
Still, there was no denying that his headquarters world, Xana, set an entirely new record for the shortest interval between my arrival at a place I’d never been and the very first attempt on my life there. We’re talking about minutes. Minutes. Things have started to improve for Andrea Cort at last. She’s been given
“Can’t they make their own damn show?” I say. “Come on,” Kingston says. “Faeries are proud. The Summer King would never stoop to imitating his enemy.” “Besides,” Mel says, “The name Cirque du Soleil was already taken.” I’m a sucker for cinematic scenes in books. I love it when an author’s description makes me wonder just how cool