Until this year the high point of his calendar had been Fool’s Day, which he might easily have renamed Fun Day. Not this year. The Latin spell for reconstituting the hundred torn out, sold off, used up pages from The 101 Damnations required Nathan to give each of the spell victims a portion of th...
It’s a pretty convenient way of covering a whole lot of story in a very few sentences, and since I’m paid by the page I can legally pad half this story with out-of-date stock market columns and copyright-expired strip cartoons and still come away with the same pay cheque. Pretty sweet hook-up, eh...
meeting hosted in Horror? Yeah, right. What were the chances of that? Zero. Zip. Zilch. As if. It’s super tedious but the publishers knock on my door at all hours, peddling ridiculous, off-the-hook coincidences like that one, insisting the details are true and that I incorporate them into the sto...
Mick Living-Dead?’ Mr Grimsweather peered up from the ancient leather-bound rollcall book and surveyed the class maliciously. ‘Anyone seen Mr Living-Dead?’ ‘He’s away, sir,’ droned Geoff Dandyline. ‘Religious holiday.’ ‘Religious holiday,’ hissed Grimsweather. ‘When’s he back?’ ‘Not till next yea...