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I started out my last review of C.S. Friedman’s work (Feast of Souls, the first in this series) by noting that I was insanely jealous and wished that I could write half so well; that note serves as well for this review. In Feast of Souls, the Magisters are firmly ensconced as the next . . . → Read More: C.S. Friedman: Wings of Wrath / Legacy of Kings When Morwena arrives in England, she is nearly broken. Her twin sister is dead while she depends on a second-hand cane to walk. She has escaped her mad mother, who is also a witch, only to throw herself on the mercy of a father she has never known, in a place that will never . . . → Read More: Jo Walton: Among Others There are books which take the reader away to a magical place and books that evoke the magic that already exists within a reader. There are books that make one think and books that help one dream, books that inform and instruct, books that change with each reading and books that remain sturdy constants . . . → Read More: Ben Loory: Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day I thought I knew what cold was, before cold stripped me bare of thought, then blinded me and froze my heart. I could not feel such cold and live; cold forced me into something other, something not quite human, who held a dream with bones of ice, and did not remember names, only what . . . → Read More: Considering Patricia McKillip Well, yes and no — I’m here doing a substitute gig for your regular posters, and I have to admit, what I mean by “miscellany” at Sleeping Hedgehog is not what I mean my “miscellany” here. However . . . . We’ve got books, which is pretty normal. We’re starting off with a collection . . . → Read More: A Little Miscellany Sarah Meador wrote this review. Seven Wild Sisters advertises itself as a modern fairy tale. Including the seven sisters, it certainly has all the trappings: an old woman who may be a witch, an enchanted forest, a stolen princess. But Sisters is not just borrowing the clothes of fairy tale. It sings with the . . . → Read More: Charles de Lint (writer) and Charles Vess ( artist): Seven Wild Sisters Being a horror fan in the twenty-first century isn’t easy, especially if you prefer the literary vein of horror over the more violent and gory variety. For those horror fans searching for the sort of atmospheric stories reminiscent of M. R. James and Algernon Blackwood, I would point you to F. G. Cottam’s The . . . → Read More: F. G. Cottam: The Magdalena Curse Crucified Dreams, an anthology edited by Joe R. Lansdale, bills itself as an anthology of urban horror. This is not entirely an accurate description. While the book opens with Harlan Ellison’s still-potent “The Whimper of Whipped Dogs” – as close to the Platonic ideal of urban horror as you’re going to get – the remainder of the . . . → Read More: Joe R. Lansdale (editor): Crucified Dreams / Joe R. Lansdale (writer): Flaming Zeppelins It’s a little sobering to realize that Robert Silverberg in 1980 was roughly at mid-career. He had given up writing completely for the middle part of the 1970s, and only came back to short-story writing at the beginning of 1980, after being pestered by Ben Bova and Robert Sheckley to write something for the . . . → Read More: Robert Silverberg: The Collected Stories of Robert Silverberg, Volume Five: The Palace at Midnight: 1980-82 |
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