I’m manifesting here tomorrow, as part of Cockington Court’s Day of the Dead Festival. I may even be the most hideous apparition present. As the storm rages outside (like a hurricane in the Bay right now) I will be reading…
We raise our horns and the red circle dances to offer thanks to these reviewers. I genuinely never really know how a book will be received until it is finished and published and out there. The Reddening took me two…
I was also lucky enough to be invited for interview at Haute Macabre recently, by Sonya Vatomsky. We covered researching, folk-horror tropes, memetic ideas, mythos’s . . . and stuffed librarians. Read on …
And then you read this on publication day, from your favourite writer of horror … and your imposter syndrome is so huge that you want to slither into the shed and hide with a 4-pack for company. A moment of…
Hark Hear the Red Folk Sing! On Publication day, the Red has left the cave. I started researching and writing notes for this novel in Romania on The Ritual shoot in 2016. The actual start I began on a plane…
Visitors to these pages may have twigged that my new novel, ‘The Reddening’, is unleashed tomorrow. If you’re undecided and would like to read a sample from the book, or get started before your copy arrives, I have created a…
“The creature’s torso suggested a heavily-breasted woman with wide hips. Part of one arm had been fashioned, the other side was damaged. But if that was a head then it was the head of an animal. A dog, he thought:…
Fascinating article by Andrew Michael Hurley that strikes an old iron nail on its head. Flattered to see ‘The Reddening’ get a mention too. Thanks Dan Coxon (of This Dreaming Isle for drawing all of my eyes to it). Read…
“With the new ceiling of storm cloud, dusk had surely arrived at midday. Beneath the treetops the light thinned further. She needed a torch and fought a childish panic that the land was cursed in ways she’d never understand.” DENING…
(2 today as I missed yesterday while at a convention) “Walking from Divilmouth, she’d been struck by how the land changed, the difficulty of moving through it increasing rapidly. Twelve or so miles might have separated the two harbours, though,…