Hey, look, there’s Christmas, peeking over the horizon. And hey, here’s a post full of shameless self-promotion to welcome it.
I’ve had a good run this year. Plenty of stuff out, some still to come, most of which I’m not planning to mention, because you know what it is and where it is. Anyway, below are some links to a handful of things that’ll make good stocking stuffers, if nothing else.
First up, the first volume of A Grimoire of Eldritch Inquests, the anthology of occult detective stories I co-edited with Miles Boothe. Featuring an introduction by Bob Freeman, and stories by David Annandale, Clint Werner and William Meikle, among many others. Volume two should be out soon, so why not grab the first one and get reading?
Or how about Sharkpunk, an anthology of shark-related stories, edited by Jon Green? Featuring my story, “Deep Red Bells” about a sinister fossil, a ghostly shark, and a certain Royal Occultist. Good stuff, and a stunning cover to boot. Give it a shot.
Continuing with the anthologies (because Christmas is a season for stories-just ask M.R. James), we have Professor Challenger: New Worlds, Lost Places. An anthology devoted to that other great creation of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s, Professor Challenger. My story, “Time’s Black Gulf”, sees the Professor lose his mind-literally!-when a certain species of bodyswapping Lovecraftian nightmares shows up. Plus Carnacki is in it. Doesn’t that sound cool?
Fourth AND fifth on Krampus’ list are from New Pulp publisher, Airship 27. First we have Occult Detectives, which includes my story “The Strix Society”, which again sees the Royal Occultist in action, this time against a society of psychic vampires. Guest-starring several historical figures! To find out which ones, buy the book. And second, The Vril Agenda, a novel spanning generations and featuring an evil out of time, co-written with my partner-in-crime, Derrick Ferguson. Eleven whole people like it–you could be number twelve!
And that’s that. Five bits and bobs for your holiday enjoyment. Why not grab one (or all?) for that special someone or someones in your life. Or buy them for yourself and make a fort out of ’em. Long as I get some of that sweet, sweet Christmas money I don’t care.