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green_dreamsBeen through two and a bit books in the last three days; /Red Dwarf/, /Gateways/, and /The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror 16/ (how the hell did I miss 15? Nonetheless, that can be acquired). /Gateways/, in the fine tradition of Repairman Jack, is to my mind much more of an adventure novel than a horror story. /BNH16/ is a really decent collection--they usually are, although I tend to like /The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror/ even better--and will doubtless have many horror stories worthy of the name.
Nothing I have read yet has made me shudder like the end of /Red Dwarf/. I remembered it disturbed me. I didn't remember how much.
(Yes, /Red Dwarf/. That Odd Couple-like BBC sitcom about Lister, Rimmer, the Cat, Holly, and Kryten. No. Really. Trust me. The end of the book is creepy.)
(Stop looking at me like that.)
Beyond that, nothing of note. My right hand's knotting up again, and I need to ice it; may see about getting an armrest-less chair for work.
The final lines from Neil Gaiman's "Forbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Nameless House of the Night of Dread Desire", cut as they may technically be spoilish for revealing a setting that factors heavily in the story:
There were faces at the window and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightning slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world.
Lovely dry sort of calm to them, like the end of Barker's /Cabal/.
Nothing I have read yet has made me shudder like the end of /Red Dwarf/. I remembered it disturbed me. I didn't remember how much.
(Yes, /Red Dwarf/. That Odd Couple-like BBC sitcom about Lister, Rimmer, the Cat, Holly, and Kryten. No. Really. Trust me. The end of the book is creepy.)
(Stop looking at me like that.)
Beyond that, nothing of note. My right hand's knotting up again, and I need to ice it; may see about getting an armrest-less chair for work.
The final lines from Neil Gaiman's "Forbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Nameless House of the Night of Dread Desire", cut as they may technically be spoilish for revealing a setting that factors heavily in the story:
There were faces at the window and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightning slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world.
Lovely dry sort of calm to them, like the end of Barker's /Cabal/.
