Brief Lines: Semi-Familiar Terrain

There’s nothing quite so unsettling as semi-familiar terrain. The landscape that we think we might know constantly throws up false positives in recognition, things that we react to in exactly the wrong way because we think they’re something they aren’t. The further in you go, the less you trust yourself, and the more fraught every . . . → Read More: Brief Lines: Semi-Familiar Terrain

Rick Hautala

Rick Hautala, well-known horror writer and well-liked person, passed away this week from a heart attack. Cristopher Golden, a past Oak King here and a fine writer in his own regard, sent out this letter in hopes of heliping Holly, his widow, with her finances:

Dear friends,

            I don’t have the words to put Rick . . . → Read More: Rick Hautala

A Little Something to Ease Re-Entry

Everyone seems to be recovering from yesterday’s festivities, so I ducked over to lend a hand with some new reviews for you.

Let’s start out with the next installment in Leona Wisoker’s Children of the Desert, Bells of the Kingdom. Brace yourself — it’s strong stuff.

Next, from the world of the Northern Kingdom and . . . → Read More: A Little Something to Ease Re-Entry

Anaïs Mitchell & Jefferson Hamer: Child Ballads

American singer-songwriters Anaïs Mitchell and Jefferson Hamer have taken something of a middle tack in their superb little album Child Ballads. They do take a strictly acoustic and folk approach, but with arrangements and production that somehow have a modern feel to them. . . . → Read More: Anaïs Mitchell & Jefferson Hamer: Child . . . → Read More: Anaïs Mitchell & Jefferson Hamer: Child Ballads

And The Word Was Spoken

‘Tell me just this, if it is not a secret: what other great powers are there besides the light?’   ‘It is no secret. All power is one in source and end, I think. Years and distances, stars and candles, water and wind and wizardry, the craft in a man’s hand and the wisdom in . . . → Read More: And The Word Was Spoken

Mary Jane Lamond & Wendy MacIsaac: Seinn

It’s hard to believe that, as I write this, it’s been just over 10 years since I experienced the music of Nova Scotia’s Cape Breton Island in its own environment, at the International Celtic Colours Festival in 2002. I wasn’t then and I’m not now any kind of authority on Celtic music, but I know . . . → Read More: Mary Jane Lamond & Wendy MacIsaac: Seinn