Short story collections provide an excellent means of getting a solid feel for an author’s style in a way that doesn’t always happen when reading a novel. I live and die by the vibe of Black Sabbath, Dio, the soundtracks from The Exorcist and The Good, The Bad and The Ugly and the more manic strains of 60’s psychedelia. Lovecraft, Robert Bloch, Harlan Ellison and Ray Bradbury. The Gods I bow down to? Rod Serling, Charles Bukowski, H.P. If there’s a master plan it’s to mix pathos, hope, melancholy, humor and real characters into a stew of shadows, light, carnage and feelings of ‘What the fuck!’. There’s some squishy stuff, some Merchant Ivory stuff, some extreme, some subtle. If you’re brave enough, this is the ticket to ride the dark skies of Stories Of High Strangeness. Suffice it to say my stories are weird, bizarre and occasionally unclassifiable.
What is it that I do? I’ll take the fifth on that one. A stud in a post- Apocalyptic world has one small problem. A low-level drug dealer comes up with the perfect plan to wipe out the competition. An X rated ghost story plays out on the floor of a porno film dubbing stage. A one hit wonder faces certain death or worse because he refuses to play ‘Free Bird’. Synopsis: A zombie goes looking for something more important than his next meal.
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