HIPPIE HAT BRAIN PARASITE

HIPPIE HAT BRAIN PARASITE

"'You've seen 'em yourself. Plenty. Wide stiff brim, high crown, cut out of a sheet of Tandy cowhide and laced together like a Boy's Life project. Get the picture?"

 "Those hats? Kind of Waylon Jennings cum L.A. pimp culture hats? Well, I can't say I've seen one lately, man."

 "Right! And it's too cold for the motherfuckers, up there, that's why! Add that to the evidence!" 

"What evidence, Merv? What motherfuckers?" "PARASITES," he whispers, "Alien fucking parasites..."

"PARASITES," he whispers, "Alien fucking parasites..." "Listen. This is crucial, man. You think those things are just, like, some stupid kind of hat, right? Maybe THE stupid kind of hat, and that's fucking brilliant. Last thing YOU'D be caught wearing, right? And it's people like you who pose the greatest threat, people with open minds, people who read my books. But I've finally SEEN one, man and I KNOW."

Legs. You said legs?" "Maybe a dozen, more. Kinda browny transparent. Ever see a scorpion that's gotten too big? They get kind of pale and waxy.

No eyes. I saw where the hat had had it's claws in, kinda puppet trip...'"

William Gibson, Hippie Hat Brain Parasite
Read Scott's blog post about this story here.

THE MONOLITH AND THE LADY OF DOVES II (NYARLATHOTEP)

THE MONOLITH AND THE LADY OF DOVES II (NYARLATHOTEP)

"She saw nothing but a flat tar-black thing dominating the middle of the space. The dark was rendered a bluish brown around it with the heavy stench of vegetation. She held her thumb to her phone, then swiped open the flashlight. The lens flared on but the light was swallowed at once—she saw it pulled out in an oblong smear and it was gone into the black slab."

"Soon the black mass eased out of its gloom and she saw it was a monolith, reaching close to the mossy ceiling. A 2001ish thing, but malformed at its edges. Carol leaned around its side and there was Shanice, on her knees and elbows in the dirt, folded over in supplication with her hands covering her face."

Michael Wehunt, The Loved One

THE MONOLITH AND THE LADY OF DOVES I (NYARLATHOTEP)

THE MONOLITH AND THE LADY OF DOVES I (NYARLATHOTEP)"The light strengthened through the hole and Carol realized Shan was on top of something coming out of the earth. A blank white figure lifting its arms wide, strips of pale flesh unfurling from them like cerements. Long legs bent along dozens of segments, knees popping, cartilage groaning. Shan’s lower body sloped down around the figure’s shoulders."

“'Shan!' she screamed, but still her wife kept her hands clapped over her eyes. Carol knew it wasn’t her, not anymore. It had been, so recently, but she was now nothing more than the living hair of this thing. A stole. A trophy. The figure’s flat round face opened like petals to reveal nothing until the wiry black ropes of the monolith began to flow into it. The creature bulged. Finally Shanice’s hands fell away, dangling beside the opening above the thing’s neck, and Carol saw the face they had been hiding. It was the face of the old woman back in the hallway. It was Shanice’s face. It was Carol’s. In the end it was dozens of gray hatched birds, stretching their mouths open, pining to be fed."

Michael Wehunt, The Loved One

GARDINEL

GARDINEL

“They look some way like a shed or cabin, snug and rightly made, except the open door might could be a mouth, the two little windows could be eyes. Never you'll see one on the main roads or near towns; only back in the thicketty places, by high trails among tall ridges, and they show themselves there when it rains and storms and a lone farer hopes to come to a house to shelter him. ... The few that's lucky enough to have gone into a gardinel and win out again... tell that inside it's pinky-walled and dippy-floored, with on the floor all the skulls and bones of those who never did win-out; and from the floor and walls come spouting rivers of wet juice that stings. ... and all at once you know that inside a gardinel is like a stomach.”

Manly Wade Wellman, Why They’re Named That

CULVERIN

CULVERIN

"But, just ahead of him, the Culverin hoved itself half into sight on its many legs. It pointed its needle-shaped mouth and spit a pebble. I heard the pebble ring on Mr. Yandro's head."

Manly Wade Wellman, The Desrick On Yandro

KALU

KALU

"And then: 'Bones, yes - something like man-bones, but bigger and thicker, also something like bear-bones, or big ape-bones from a foreign land. And a rotten light to them. So I was for a moment that the bones weren't empty. Inside the ribs were caged puffy things, like guts and lungs and maybe a heart that skipped and wriggled. The skull had a snout like I can't say what, and in its eye-holes burned blue-green fire.'"

Manly Wade Wellman, Nine Yards Of Cloth

This monster will be available in the Appalachian Compendium
ON SALE THIS FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 15TH 11AM EST

IN THE YOG-BLOGSOTH STORE!
(Limited to 20)

DJIBAW

DJIBAW

"All blotchy and green and brown with a white belly and a wet smoothness, it was a frog. But it was bigger than a man by twice, I suppose." “You think of him as what we call a djibaw, and evil spirit. We think of him as a part of nature, that defends nature's weak things.”

Manly Wade Wellman, Frogfather

News...

This week my Manly Wade Wellman themed monster zine will go on sale! Limited to 20! I'll be posting a monster from the zine Monday-Thursday before the sale!

AVAILABLE THIS FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 15TH 11AM EST

IN THE YOG-BLOGSOTH STORE!
LIMITED TO 20!

Also if you didn't make it out to NecronomiCon you can listen to our live presentation of 

Stories From The Borderland on The Outer Dark. Click here and jump to the 1hour 26minute mark to hear myself, Jeanne D'Angelo, Scott Nicolay and Anya Martin talk about this cool project!

There's also a youtube slide show you can watch along with our talk that you can get here!

BUNYIP

BUNYIP

"The Bunyip is said to be an amphibious animal, and is variously described: sometimes as a gigantic snake; sometimes as a species of rhinoceros, with a smooth pulpy skin and a head like that of a calf; sometimes as a huge pig, its body yellow, crossed with black stripes."

"He was of a brownish colour, with a head something the shape of a kangaroo, an enormous mouth, apparently furnished with a formidable set of teeth, long neck, covered with a shaggy mane which reached halfway down his back; his hind quarters were under water, so that we could not get a full view of him, but if one may judge by what was seen, his weight must be fully equal to that of a very large bullock."

"The moon was dim for a moment or two. Nobody spoke, we pressed up the ridge side, then a hoarse smothered ejaculation burst from Long Charlie's lips, and as he spoke the moon shone forth again, and he shifted his lantern so that its gleam fell athwart the white prostrate form and upon a snake, brown and shiny and scaly and horrible, which uncoiled itself, and with a swift, wavy motion disappeared into the depths of the scrub."

Rosa Praed, The Bunyip

Read Scott's blog post about this story here.

NECRONOMICON 2017 WRAP-UP!

This year's NecronomiCon was, by far, the best yet. So many amazing speakers, talented artists and genuinely kind-hearted friends. 

I got to meet/hang out (and sometimes see read) with authors/editors Craig Gidney, Scott Nicolay, Anya Martin, Livia Llewellyn, Simon Strantzas, Justin Steele, Sam Cowan, Nnedi Okorafor, Peter Straub, Michael Wehunt, Matthew Bartlett, Peter Rawlik, Cody Goodfellow, Gemma Files, Nadia Bulkin, Scott R. Jones, Robert Levy, Jeffrey Thomas, Scott Gable, Mike Griffin, Paul Tremblay, Kij Johnson and the legendary Ellen Datlow.

Then there were the amazingly talented artists like Richard Stanley, Skinner, John Kenn Mortensen, Yves Tourigny, Nick Gucker, Liv Rainey-Smith, Karen Main (aka Dogzilla), Kyla, Sage & James Quigley, Josh Yelle, Dave Felton, Todd Chicoine, Brian Elig, and so many more.

(To give you an idea of the scale of this thing, I didnt even catch a passing glance of Stephen Graham Jones or John Jude Palencar. I love both their work and tried to see them!)

I want to thank my Seventh Church Ministries siblings Jeanne D'Angelo, Justine Jones, Stephen Wilson and Marcelo Gallegos (and occasionally Cameron Higby-Naquin) for making our table the coolest/loudest/most sprawling in the vendor room! I want to also thank Victoria Dalpe, Phil Gelatt and Roman for letting us stay in the their house and stink it up with farts with Jordan, Laura, Joe &. And lastly the friends/organizers Niels Hobbs, s.j. bagley, Farah Rose, Catherine Grant for tirelessly planning an impossibly amazing convention.

BUT, if you couldn't attend this fantastic gathering and you still want one of or all three of the zines I released then good news! I'll be putting them up for sale a week at a time starting next week. To make it easier, I'll be starting with a three pack.



You'll be able to grab, Volume 1 of Stories From the Borderland, Mappaemundi Compendium & Appalachian Compendium
ON FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 1st AT 11AM EST
IN THE YOG-BLOGSOTH STORE!