Friday, January 18, 2019



“‘Talypgians?’ I asked.’”
“‘The secondary inhabitants of Iapetus. You can’t photograph them easily, because they’re partly electrical energy, and they’re practically impossible to describe. They look like big maroon hedgehogs, as much as anything, with erectile electric crests over their heads, and lost of white sharp teeth.’”

‘“I’d never realized before what particularly vicious lower jaws they had.’”

“‘The Talipygian flapped his flippers, erected his crest, and said ‘gunk’ a couple of times.’”
Margaret St. Clair, Return Engagement

Thursday, January 17, 2019


“The asteroid was a bubble of lava, honeycombed with tunnels like a rotten apple with worm tracks, brittle, dry and dead.”

“From one of the branches someone—something (whatever that radiant shape is, it is certainly not human) is handing them a barely ripened fruit.”

“You were standing there in the lava cave with that white thing coiled all around you, burning you, sucking the life from you.”

“At last they had stopped going altogether and only the hierophants, long-lived, perhaps immortal creatures of pure energy, had remained.”
Margaret St. Clair, The Hierophants

Wednesday, January 16, 2019



“Badly drawn as it was, it had a set of cruelly competent long white teeth.”

“From the dim surface of the water a huge horned head was staring up at him. Sanderson wheeled about with a hoarse cry. At first he did not understand. Trailing behind him in the sooty light were a long, scaly lizardlike tail, two wobbling pipestem legs. And on the back were folded ribbed, repulsive, rusty bat wings. His wings.”
Margaret St. Clair, Counter Charm

Tuesday, January 15, 2019



“The insects whose eggs he’s been using aren’t at all those that were in the soil core the robot rocket brought back. The ones, I mean, that first attracted the biologists’ attention to Ganymede. Those were a sort of scale insect, parasitic on Ganymedean lichens. What Neil’s using now is something more like a sow bug.”

“The first human beings we produce from our artificial egg cells will almost certainly be monsters.”
Margaret St. Clair, Squee

Monday, January 14, 2019


““Circe,” Willets read in the second paragraph, ‘was an enchantress who lived on an island. She turned people into pigs by giving them drinks with a magic herb in it.’”

“Her green eyes told him the truth. He tried to run, to get out of the room, but he was strangling, lost, drowning in his clothes. "It Was the doughnuts!” he wanted to say, but all that came out was a high squealing grunt. Mrs. Hawk looked down at her new pig. For a moment her detached, polite smile turned into a wide frigid grin of triumph. Then she took the back-scratcher and began to prod Willets toward the slaughterhouse.
Margaret St. Clair, Mrs. Hawk

"And when Odysseus on his wanderings came to her island, Circe, after having changed several of his companions into pigs, became so much attached to the unfortunate hero, that he was induced to remain a whole year with her."
Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology

Friday, January 11, 2019


“They pulled as hard as they could against the ropes the Vulture Man had tied them with, but they could not get loose.”
Margaret St. Clair, The Little Red Owl

Thursday, January 10, 2019


“He listened. His round, intelligent eyes were bright with curiosity. After a moment he expanded the frilly lettuce-green crest on the top of his head that was his organ for distance thought perception. He listened with it too, cocking his head thoughtfully from time to time.”

“He put his tiny paws on the edge of the drain hole and levered his limber, celery-stalk body up on the porcelain.”

“He bunched his four neat little paws under him, let his undercurved frondy tail hang down into the sink, and composed himself for a nice nap on the rim of the drainboard.”

““I thought it was some sort of lizard, but it’s shaped more like a sea horse. It doesn’t look dangerous, anyhow.” Lochinvar had opened his agate eyes and was looking at them.”

“Lochinvar ate daintily, partly nibbling, partly licking, like a cat, with his delicate golden tongue.”

“‘Why, he’s covered with fur!” she said, surprised. “That green stuff is as soft as silk.”’

“This woman didn’t realize — and, if he had his way, never would realize — that she and her husband had been harboring one of the fabulous Gryna animals. The Gryna animal’s peculiar mental abilities run like a particolored thread through Martian history.”
Margaret St. Clair, Lochinvar

Wednesday, January 9, 2019



“Tzzzu Tssssin came waddling out of the ship's airlock onto the asteroid's surface, his tail trailing behind him in his spacesuit. He rose to his full height, some ten or twelve feet, and looked around him with satisfaction.”

“He put the regulated machines down on the surface and watched them with his three eyes as they moved slowly away, leaving broad tracks of gleaming white cement behind them.”

“Critically he looked over the designs it contained, shaking his heavy, bony head with satisfaction from time to time.”

“What other of the Szabor-Szor would have thought of painting murals on an asteroid?”

“He developed an irritable trick of  picking at the loose scales on the skin around his neck.”

“The rise of his people, the Szabor Szor, from their humble cotylosaurian beginning to their present dizzy, unchallenged eminence.”
Margaret St. Clair, The Muralist

Tuesday, January 8, 2019


"And sometimes the chicken-sized mmips bothered eggs that were hatching in the open.”
Margaret St. Clair, The Muralist

Monday, January 7, 2019



“Jrar had been holding the restaurant’s meet on his knees, stroking its thick blackish fur absently, and Duncan had said something or other about wondering why seems were so universally popular.”

“The meem poked its flat head out. Its dull eyes looked at him.”

“Picket indicated the meet, which, as inert as a feather stole, was lying on the 
edge of the bunk.”
Margaret St. Clair, Meem

Friday, January 4, 2019

News II

Hey everyone. I thought it'd be a good idea to talk about what I plan on doing with this blog and my artwork in general in the coming year(s).

First off, H.P. Lovecraft will play wayyyy less of a part on this blog. I've worked my way through every creature and god that he ever mentioned in his fiction (with the exception of one that will post earlier this year), which was my original goal. There will be a few redrawings here and there but for the most part, this blog is moving on. And it's important that I do so.

Lovecraft drew me in with his nihilism, cosmic indifference and monsters but his racism, misogyny, homophobia and classism have always turned me off. And his racism is undeniable, all you have to do is read Medusa's Coil, Shadow Over Innsmouth, Two Black Bottles or The Horror At Redhook (honestly it's hard to find a story that isn't blatantly racist) to see HPL held horrendous beliefs. It's woven into the themes and plots of his stories. What makes it even harder is that his contemporary defenders have turned into apologists and deniers, digging their heels in rather than just acknowledging his shortcomings and discussing how they inform his fiction. They tend to glorify the man rather than the fiction even though he seems to me to have been a tedious, bigoted bore.

Anyway, what this means is that we'll be seeing some weirder monsters on this blog. Because, while I have my problems with HPLs work, it was my gateway to weird/horror/science fiction in general. Because of the mythos I started reading connected works by Robert E. Howard and Clark Ashton Smith. I discovered the psychedelic adventure stories of C.L. Moore and dingy, urban decay fiction of Campbell and Ligotti.

Most importantly, I've discovered contemporary authors working to make the mythos their own, or even just making their own worlds and mythologies influenced by the mythos. Victor LaValle, Laird Barron, Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Cassandra Khaw, Gemma Files, Priya Sharma, Paul Tremblay...the list goes on and on.

Lovecraft, specifically doing this blog, made me fall in love with reading. From his work to the Big Three, to the Lovecraft Circle, to the wider Weird, to contemporary Weird, to horror, science fiction and fantasy in general the steps are easy to follow. But it's time to let his work fall away and embrace the present. Lovecraft was never the be all end all in Weird Fiction and he shouldn't be considered that now. Let's explore the wider weird. Expect citations from JY Yang, Nnedi Okorafor, N.K. Jemisin, Laura Mauro, Manly Wade Wellman and, of course, Margaret St. Clair.

Thursday, January 3, 2019

News I

Hey everyone! Just thought I'd give you all a heads up that Illustro Obscurum Volume IX is SOLD OUT! I'm already working on Volume X which will be something slightly different and cool. I'll also be posting a way more comprehensive news update tomorrow.

There's still a bunch of stuff available in the store. Here's the most up to date listing: