Title: "Flesh and Fire"
Author: Laura Anne Gilman
Pages: 384
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Standalone/Series: First novel in the "Vineart War" series
Publisher: Pocket Books

My copy came courtesy of Pocket Books and I should have posted my review a week or so ago to be in synchrony with the promotional book tour. To think that I wanted to drop this as pick from Pocket, because I felt overworked. It seems surreal, now that I have read this novel and consider not reading it a great intellectual robbery.

Fourteen centuries ago, all power was held by the prince-mages, who alone could craft the spell-wines. But the people revolted against harsh rule, and were saved by a demigod called Sin-Washer, who broke the First Vine, shattering the hold of the prince-mages.

In 1378 ASW, princes still rule, but Vinearts now make spellwines, less powerful than in days of old. Jerzy, a young slave, has just begun his studies to become a Vineart when his master uncovers the first stirrings of a plot to finish the work Sin-Washer began, and shatter the remains of the Vine forever. Only his master believes the magnitude and danger of this plot. And only Jerzy has the ability to stop it…before there are no more Vinearts left at all.

Cover art and book blurb have hinted that this will be the beginning of yet another medieval fantasy series, which will explore yet again the coming of age theme. What can be so different from all the other books under the same lid? Oh, everything. From the magic system, which has cemented my conviction that fantasy knows no bounds, to the unorthodox handling of the coming of age trope this novel is as refined as any French vintage year. I couldn’t find a fault anywhere within this story and I usually refrain from being too emotional about a book, but I can’t help myself with “Flesh and Fire”.

This idea could have flopped in so many aspects, if it was handled by an emerging author, so I am thankful for Gilman for pursuing it after being so successful with her urban fantasy series. With that out of the system, let’s look at the characters. For starters the cast is abundant and I can safely say that each human being that appears on the pages at any given time is a living, breathing person. This is rare. This is the magic. Even when nothing of interest happened the figures entertained me with their personalities.

And Gilman has brought to life intelligent and prone to get into verbal battles characters. Conversation, this back and forth connection between Master Malech and his student and formal slave Jerzy, is the primal tool for setting the rules of the world, the magic and the mythology. Malech is a strict, fair and generous teacher and Jerzy is a cautious, willing to learn and taking responsibility student, who wants to excel and prove his master right by picking him as a student. Then the reader is offered the color that is the secondary cast from the respect inducing housekeeper Detta, Jerzy’s fighting teacher Cai, the odd and eccentric Vineart Giordan, the honorable mistress Mahault, the sly mouthed trader Ao and many more.

The characters set in this exotic and yet familiar world embark on a journey, which starts as a relaxed stroll on a cobbled path amidst a garden and then winds, widens, hardens and crosses streets and roads until the reader finds that from a rather placid beginning his breath is stolen by the suspense at the near end. For the sake of experiencing this story I will not mention any concrete details, but I just enjoyed how the level of difficulty for these people went up by a notch with the transition from each part. In part one, “Slave” the reader is introduced to world and cast. Horizons are restricted solely to the Malech House. Part two, “Student” broadens the borders, shows what happens outside, continues supplying new information about the magic of this land. Rumors about bad omens are just a whisper. Part three “Spy”, has the reader know that something is wrong and Jerzy is wading into dangerous waters with unwritten rules with an ending, which is by no means a cliff hanger, but has made the reader physically crave the next installment.

There are a few books that truly sweep me off my feet. There are even fewer that re-spark the flame and makes me remember, why I want to be a writer. And there is tiny percentage that has truly changed my inner world completely. “Flesh and Fire” did this for me. It’s individual for everybody, but I highly doubt anybody not liking this novel.

It’s Sunday and you guessed it. It’s time for yet another “Reviewer Time” feature. I am also punctual, so there is this week’s shocking surprise. Nobody expected this twist. Comedy attempts aside let’s head on to the introduction of our guest. He is a pretty active guy and has been dabbling with oh-so-many things in the fiction that it’s mildly perplexing how he can be as active as he is at the time being. His name is Shaun Duke, recognizable as SMD and apart from his review obligations over at “Fantasy and Sci-Fi Book Lovin’ News and Reviews”.

Shaun’s main domain aka “The World in a Satin Bag” is a bit tricky and doesn’t completely fit the form of this feature, since my aim is to introduce you guys to review blogs. However there is that matter that Shaun is a reviewer and of decent quality. Whenever you have the chance do check up the links he posts on his own blog so that you can see for yourself that the argumentation and language can create a respectable opinion. There is no formal structure and he is up close and personal like a friend relaying his experiences of a book. And sometimes everybody needs the individual treatment. I find this quality to his reviewing style a definite strength.

But to the main blog. Visually it’s a very bright place in a shade of green I never thought I would appreciate, but it worked rather well. The only aspect I didn’t like so much is the link lists, which have been packed into tiny boxes with scrolls to browse. It’s personal, but I am always known to be frank. Ah, apart from that little thorn in my eye, content wise there is a lot to learn about writing and the things that happen behind the industry’s curtains as far as Shaun’s involvement allows. It certainly is not a review blog in its distilled form, but there is much more to enjoy, if you are as fanatic to want to know about all aspects in the industry.

The man is an avid reader with strong ties to fantasy and sci-fi, a writer in the making, a reviewer, an editor and a moderator to a writing group. If that isn’t literature’s Renaissance man of the twenty first century, I don’t know who can be. And he is not even thirty. So we can expect his posts to become more in depth, more entertaining and more sophisticated.

HM: I will stop rephrasing this question. It gives me headaches, so let’s cut to the chase. Who is Shaun Duke, when he logs off from his blog?

SMD: I am the alpha and the omega. Okay, so I’m not, but wouldn’t that be cool? Ego trip anyone?

Who I am when I’m not blogging? Well, I’m a new teacher, a graduate student at the University of Florida in English, studying science fiction, postcolonialism, and fantasy, and a book nut. When I say book nut, I mean that I own more books than anything else, and have since run out of space for them all. I love books. The smell of them. The taste. The texture (I’m starting to sound like an Austin Powers character here).

Other fun info about me: I’m twenty-six, which is really old in people years, and even worse in dog years, and slightly mental. I am also the editor of Survival By Storytelling Magazine and an assistant acquisitions editor (a fancy title for “reader” with a smidge of power) at Absolute Xpress (a division of Hades Publications). Beyond that, I’m nothing. I don’t exist. Poof.

HM: I am a big fan of lists, so I want you to list me three fun facts that your readers probably would never ever guess about you.

SMD: There are, obviously, many things that I keep from my readers (or try to) to maintain something of a “me” in myself (that means something philosophically). I would hate to think that someone would plagiarize me, considering how much trouble I would probably cause in spaces other than the one I currently occupy. But there are things that I probably haven’t mentioned that I can certainly divulge.

First, I love the 80s. The music, the clothes, the TV, the movies, and just about anything else to do with the era in pop culture. That said, I want to be clear that I don’t dress up in 80s garb or listen to 80s music religiously, just that I have a fond appreciation for 80s pop culture. There have been instances where I have spent weeks upon weeks listening to Tears For Fears and A-ha, for no other purpose than to feed my delusions.

Second, I can’t eat cantaloupe or any other melon, except for watermelon. I don’t know if I’m allergic, but every time I have tried to eat cantaloupe, I have become ill in the stomach. So, I don’t eat the stuff, and if it so much as touches anything else I’m eating, I can’t eat that too. Even the smell gives me the ickies.

Third, I am a cancer survivor. Yup. I had the big-C, still do, if we want to get technical about it (there’s no cure, only remission). I’ve mentioned it, I’m sure, but nobody probably remembers or knows, and that’s fine, because I don’t make a big deal of it.

Hopefully that’s what you were looking for.

HM: I haven’t had an entry with a strange enough name to ask about its origin, so I am quite grateful for your “The World in a Satin Bag” title. How did you come up with it and what does it mean?

SMD: I never started WISB with the intention of being one of those blogger folks (not that I have anything against them, because I love bloggers). I started WISB as an experiment to see if I could write a novel, from start to finish. I named the blog after the novel (The World in the Satin Bag) and the novel is still up, in its entirety, on my blog—just scroll down on the left sidebar to find the chapter links. I don’t know if the novel is any good, but it’s there to read nonetheless.

I became more of a blogger probably in my second year, when I pushed to really provide content rather than infrequent posts of chapters, but ultimately the blog has its roots in that fantasy novel about a boy trying to rescue his friend from the world in the satin bag.

HM: Your blog is a mash-up as far as content goes. You combine reviews with a wide range of topics and your personal experience as a writer and such. Did you ever feel like segregating content and make it purely writing oriented or review oriented?

SMD: Yes, but I rarely do anything with my blog without talking to my readers first, as far as serious changes in content/structure are concerned. While my blog is, more or less, a personal endeavor, I am mindful of what my readers have to say, because clearly whatever I’m doing interests them in some way. Their opinions matter, even if I disagree with them (and often I do, if you read some of the comment sections).

Although, to be fair, all of my content, generally speaking, is united under a single subject: science fiction and fantasy. I try not to break from that very often; sometimes it’s impossible, though (just look at some of my posts on politics).

But now you’re making me think that something is wrong with my blog. Why aren’t you leaving comments, Mister?

HM: What was the inspiration behind the conception of “The World in a Satin Bag”and how did you decide on this form of blogging in the first place?

SMD: Well, as I said, I started WISB as an experiment to see if I could finish a fantasy novel. I never intended to be a blogger person until some time later, and now I can’t imagine not doing what I’m doing. I love blogging. It’s a fantastic way to share my thoughts on things I’m interested in.

As for how I decided on the form of blogging I do now, well, I think it was easy to choose something that is always an amalgam of all the things that I love: science fiction, fantasy, writing, literary criticism, and books. It also seems logical, I suppose, that my content would be kind of all over the place, but still centralized on that SF/F theme.

HM: What’s the part of review blogging that liberates you from the mundane troubles and makes it worth the time and effort and what part frustrates you the most?

SMD: Let’s talk about what frustrates me the most: crappy books. Good lord almighty do I hate reading a crappy book. There is nothing worse than being stuck with something so poorly written that you’d rather gouge your eyes out and dump yourself into the Mariana Trench to be crushed by the extreme ocean pressures…honestly. There have been times when I have actually questioned the value of mankind based on the horrendous nature of a single 200-page novel. This is the trouble with publishing today. Too many books, too many ways to make them, and not enough gatekeepers making sure that the good books reach our shelves. Then again, I am notoriously picky when it comes to books, and I have been known to have an unusually short attention span when it comes to reading; if you can’t keep me entertained, I’m out.

Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I can say that what I love most about reviewing is finding that brilliant gem. These are books that I can’t stop reading, for whatever reason. Sometimes they’re great books as far as the writing is concerned, and sometimes they’re just entertaining, if not stylistically unremarkable. That is by far the most liberating, amazing experience that makes it all worth it: when you find that book that you feel guilty for putting down, that makes you laugh or cry or vocally display your shock and amazement. It’s hard to find them, but when you do, it’s one of the greatest things in the world. This goes along with my “good books are like viruses” theory.

HM: This is a fairly new question I plan on keeping in the general template for awhile so here goes. As a reviewer do you go through all lengths to finish a novel or do you drop it after it feels too much to read?

SMD: I have a short attention span when it comes to reading. If I am not interested in what is going on by page 50, then I’m out. That might sound remarkably stringent, but I have a lot of books to read for review and for school, and I can’t be bothered to waste hours and hours getting to something worthwhile. Some folks have criticized me for this, but we all have different processes for reading that force us to exclude certain kinds of books. None of us like books that are written poorly, and some of us don’t like Harlequin Romance novels. Nobody throws a fit over excluding novels that fit into those categories, right?

So, yes, I will drop a book if it becomes too much to read. If it’s badly written, I’ll drop it on page one. If it’s incredibly boring, I’ll give it until page 50. There are other reasons I might drop a book (poor plotting, etc.), but they’re too numerous to mention here.

HM: I am hooked on these cover art battles and am totally a believer that the cover is essential for the novel as the story, since it can spark the initial chemistry between a reader and a novel. And I basically enjoy novels harder, when their cover art is not to my liking. It’s prejudiced and I am trying to overcome it, but what about you?

SMD: I’m unapologetic about my prejudicial treatment of books based on what kind of covers they have. The fact of the matter is, people do judge a book by its cover. It’s not the best way to judge books, but can you blame them? You try walking into a bookstore and picking up every single book in your favorite section and reading the back cover and the first few pages. People don’t have that kind of time, and neither do I.

That said, I don’t automatically boot a book off my list of interests based solely on the cover. While I won’t buy a book that is pink and has flowers on it, I might buy another one that doesn’t have an appealing cover if something else grabs my attention (the blurb, title, author name, etc.). The synopsis is probably one of the most important things that can exist on a book cover, because it is the only thing that tells a reader for sure that a particular book is worth delving into further.

But, let’s be realistic. When we all browse the shelves at Borders or wherever, we do subconsciously disregard books that do not visually stimulate us. That’s reality. Publishers know this, and so should we. All this talk about how bad it is to practice this, consciously or not, is pointless. People are not going to change so long as publishing remains as it is.

HM: I think I have established that you are a writer in the making. I assume that after so much activity you have several publications. Depict how the writer road has been for you and do you plan to write the next best SF/F novel?

SMD: Goodness, you would be sorely mistaken. I have zero publications to my name. I do have two honorable mentions in the Writers of the Future Contest, but as far as actual publications, I have none. Well, I did have a story published in a college journal once, but they cut the last four pages off of my story, so I refuse to count it (I mean, come on, the last four pages are the freaking climax!). This is what I call heresy.

But the writer’s road has been a lot like everyone else’s for me, as boring as that sounds. A lot of writing, a lot of submissions, and a lot of rejections, with a few nice rejections to give me that ego boost all writers desperately need. Those honorable mentions were some of the first indicators that I’m doing something right, and I have no intention of stopping. I have something like sixteen stories out there right now, with another twenty or thirty in various stages of disrepair…I mean completion.

As for writing the next best SF/F novel: I can hope. I just want to tell good stories. While it would be lovely to win awards and go down in history as some awesome SF guy, I think it’s better to be realistic. I have only one goal with my writing: tell good stories that people will enjoy. That means I get to write stories I like, and I like most of my stories (there are a couple bad apples in there, and I have gone to great lengths to punish them for their failures).

HM: Are you more Fantasy or more Science Fiction? You seem to love both, but what preoccupies your mind most?

SMD: I tend to talk more about science fiction than fantasy, but I actually do love both. I think some of my readers and friends have come under the assumption that I have read more science fiction than fantasy, but I don’t think that’s actually true. It’s probably about 50/50.

It’s less equal with my writing, though. I’ve written more science fiction shorts than fantasy ones, but I’ve attempted or completed more fantasy novels than science fiction ones. Not sure why that is. It might have something to do with the nature of the beast, with SF being more attuned to the short form than fantasy, but that’s nothing more than a guess.

But, my primary academic subject as a graduate student is science fiction, so I spend a lot more time thinking and talking about that than anything else. That’s not to say there isn’t anything to say about fantasy, just that the issues I am most interested in happen to be most prominent in science fiction. Then again, I am presenting a paper next week (Friday the 13th, actually) that deals with a fantasy novel in relation to fabricated histories…strange (the novel is The House of the Stag by Kage Baker, and if you haven’t read it, you should; it is amazing).

HM: What’s the story archetype or trope that will always keep you entertained no matter how many times it is done and on the polar end what is the one trope or story that will bug you out no matter how many twists are presented?

SMD: To be honest, any archetype or trope has the potential to entertain me. It all has to do with how well an author does it. I have grown tired of the thinly veiled clichés and even more tired of the ridiculous level of repetition the fantasy genre has gone through in the last few years with urban fantasy—the fact that nobody has even bothered to try to be more clever with these things is sad.

However, I am about done with anything to do with the undead (more specifically vampires and werewolves; they were cool when hardly anyone was doing them, but now that every urban fantasy is practically a direct copy of what has already been, I can’t seem to get into any of it). That’s not to say that someone can’t do something good with vampires, though; one of the stories we accepted for Survival By Storytelling was an amazing vampire story that completely changed my perspective on them.

Overall, it doesn’t really matter. A great writer can take even the most overused cliché and turn it into something gold.

HM: I bet you have heard about the FTC regulations the US government has issued targeting review bloggers. What is your take on all of this and the potential effect on blogging in general?

SMD: Initially I was very concerned. People who should have been “in the loop” were saying things that, to me, spelled trouble for those of us who get free books for review (the fellow who though that returning a book meant you didn’t get a free product is a complete idiot; the product is the story, not the paper it’s printed on). Such concerns have largely been dispelled now that the FTC has clarified that its policies are designed for the folks getting things like free cars, etc.

That said, however, I think it was inevitable that a change was going to be made. The reality is that the FTC, however poorly they went about doing everything, is responding to a real and serious ethical dilemma that has been broached in different mediums. The Internet is a new playing field, and if you’re someone who is giving positive reviews in exchange for monetary or other forms of compensation, then you should have to tell your readers about it. If I get a free car in exchange for giving an “honest” review of the car or something else, well, I think it is reasonable to question whether or not my opinions have become biased—a free car is drastically different than a free book for a lot of obvious reasons.

And we shouldn’t forget that the FTC is also responding to real instances in which people have been paid for positive reviews of products, even if the product isn’t all that great, and yet have not disclosed the fact to readers; bloggers do have financial influence, and the FTC is only doing what it deems necessary to protect the consumers from false reviews and other ethical issues in the economy. Lord knows we’ve had enough ethics violations in the last year, don’t you think?

I don’t think this change in policy will really affect those of us on the bottom rung (not anymore, at least), but it certainly will change the ways some of the big boys have to operate. Whether or not the FTC will actually be protecting readers is up to debate. I have a sneaking suspicion that readers already know that certain bloggers get money or free, expensive stuff in exchange for reviews, so the policy amendment might do nothing whatsoever. Only time will tell!

HM: There has been some talk of sexism in the industry with female authors being ignored in anthologies. I didn’t think it was much of an issue really, because I enjoy female authors, the ladies have been bringing home impressive quantities of awards and history will most certainly remember names like Ursula Le Guin and Mercedes Lackey. But still what do you think?

SMD: Don’t forget Octavia Butler, James Tiptree, Jr. (although, maybe you can’t count her since she had to pretend to be a man), Karen Miller, J. K. Rowling, Kage Baker, Elizabeth Bear, Elizabeth Moon, Anne Rice, Audrey Niffeneger, Holly Lisle, and numerous others whose names probably deserve to be mentioned, but would take up far too much space for this interview.

I’ve stirred a little trouble on this topic in the past. My problem with a lot of what has been said is that it seems like the SF/F community has developed a habit of resorting to sensationalist bashing rather than honest, civil discussion of what should be important issues. The lack of female authors in the genre is disturbing for a lot of reasons, but it is also unfair to assume that every single anthology or magazine that does not have work by female authors is the result of sexism. But the people who throw the fits never ask: how many women submitted, or how many did the editor ask to submit, or how many stories submitted by women were good stories? These are important questions, in my book, and ones that should be asked along with all the others.

That said, however, I want to be clear that I am not denying that there is a problem. There are not enough women in science fiction especially. I want to know why just as much as anyone else, but I refuse to resort to blaming every single editor who doesn’t publish enough women for being sexist bastards. Such a response is too simple. It’s like reducing the Israel/Palestine debate to “they just don’t like each other.” We need bigger, better discussions of what is going on, that looks at all aspects and doesn’t resort to attacks on the reputations of individuals, particularly when those individuals clearly are not actively engaged in sexist practices (there may still be a few out there who are sexist bastards, but blanket blames are hitting innocent people as well as the bad ones; that doesn’t seem fair to me).

HM: And also as Damien G. Walter has asked not a long while ago: Are we Post Sci-Fi?

SMD: Is this another one of those “science fiction is dead” things? I don’t know if we can call where we are now “post sci-fi.” I suppose we could, but such a thing would be entirely arbitrary. To me, post sci-fi would mean that science fiction no longer exists in a recognizable or distinct form (maybe because we’re in the future and there isn’t anything else for SF to really speculate on that wouldn’t fit into the normal category of fiction). And if that’s what post sci-fi is, then we’re not in that period at all. We’ve got a long way to go.

But, to make a point: SF literature is doing fine. It’s not doing well, but it’s not like the genre is dying. It’s certainly weak, but far from dead. SF film, however, has pretty much put the smackdown on every other film genre in the last few years. Just look at the movies and television right now. How many science fiction movies or TV shows have appeared in the last two years? More than you can count on your hands and toes combined. Now look at the sales figures. SF is kicking ass as far as film is concerned. It’s wiping the floor with a lot of the competition. I think John Scalzi pointed this out not long ago in regards to the whole “mainstream acceptance” argument. The fact is, science fiction is far from being dead. If anything, SF is alive and well, kicking and screaming and reminding us all why we like the genre.

But, maybe what everyone is concerned about is the decline of “serious” science fiction, which, let’s face it, hasn’t been doing well at all for years. (This, of course, is sad news indeed, and would certainly require a long and winded discussion far exceeding the appropriate length of an interview.)

HM: You are a pretty active guy. I can tell that, so how can you keep up with writing, blogging, actively promoting and participating in writing groups and such? Tell me the secret… Is there a secret cloning facility I am unaware of?

SMD: Yes, there is. I probably should have mentioned from the start that the original Shaun is not writing this. Shaun 112 is. That’s me. See, Shaun learned long ago that there was no way he could do everything he wanted to do without having an army of Shauns performing all the tasks necessary to make his life fulfilling. So, there are one hundred and forty nine of us, each doing something else. The real Shaun is currently in the Arctic doing research on Tranciclidical Boreanus, a rare species of insect that is invisible to the naked eye. He should be back in late December, but that all depends on the weather. I’m writing this and will likely be recycled or reassigned once I’m finished.

For a paltry fee, I can start a series of Harry’s if you like.

HM: I just read that you have launched a new magazine called “Survival by Storytelling”. Share more about the idea behind it, what you hope to achieve and just how much back breaking work does it involve?

SMD: Survival By Storytelling is an extension of Young Writers Online (which is discussed in the next question). We wanted our own magazine, not just for the members of YWO, but for anyone interested in seeing what young folks are capable of. So, we spent several months thinking up the idea, a few more months of polls for logos and names, and then came up with Survival By Storytelling!

The whole point of SBS is to publish fiction and poetry by young authors (25 and younger). And so we have. We spent almost a year going through submissions and managed to come up with an eclectic mix of stories from writers as young as thirteen to as old as twenty-five. Since I know a lot of folks reading this are SF/F fans, you’ll be happy to know that we snatched up a few fantastic genre fiction pieces; we’re one of those magazines that says “we are open to genre fiction” and mean it. We also commissioned articles on writing and the publishing industry from published authors; this issue contains articles from Paul Genesse (The Golden Cord and The Dragon Hunters from Five Star) and T. M. Hunter (Heroes Die Young from Champagne Books). Oh, and if you’re interested in The Time Traveler’s Wife, there’s an article in there about that, too!

Our goals are fairly simple. We want to show that age has very little to do with writing a good story and we want to have a magazine successful enough to warrant a second issue, and then a third, and then a fourth. There’s no expectation on our part that we’ll sell millions of copies or anything absurd like that, but if we can sell one hundred or something like that, that would be fantastic. And SBS is non-profit. Every cent earned goes to paying the contributors or funding YWO, which is also non-profit. Most of the money goes to the contributors, though, because it’s more about them than YWO anyway. We hope to keep it that way.

Magazines, though, are a lot of work, as anyone who makes them will tell you. It’s even more work when you don’t have marketing departments, slush pile readers, artists, formatters, etc. My co-editor and I had to do everything on our own, largely from scratch because neither of us had ever done anything like this before. The hardest thing for me was formatting the magazine. I don’t have mountains of money to buy fancy equipment, so I had to use MS Word to do everything, and anyone who has used that program knows how much of a pain it can be. Plus, being a graduate student entails a monumental amount of work in and of itself. But we got it done, after trudging through, month after month, and now we’re here with a finished product in hand. No bad for a bunch of nobodies, eh?

HM: You are also connected with Young Writers Online, a writing group. I have a suspicion you have a high rank there. What’s your experience and involvement there so far?

SMD: I’m co-owner with a friend of mine, and thus, we are both Admins. My involvement has largely been reduced to more administrative duties as of late for a number of reasons not limited to time constraints, but we have a great team of moderators to keep things moving smoothly.

Young Writers Online is a fantastic website, not just because I own it. Our members are, generally speaking, amazing. We have a lot of great young writers and the whole purpose of the site is to provide a web community and a writer’s workshop environment for young writers. We try to balance the two so that the site fulfills two purposes: providing a positive environment for young writers and a place where they can go to get constructive criticism and improve their craft. The site has grown quite a bit since we first started it, despite the fact that some said we’d never amount to anything. Two years later and we have a bustling little community with its own magazine.

HM: Please finish with your own words.

SMD: I will give you all a poem. It’s mine. It’s terrible, but it’s from the heart, and I know everyone likes that. Right? This will make you all warm and snuggly inside, like a parasitic worm living in your chest cavity, or the sensation of a harsh drink running down your throat, or how you feel when you’ve eaten too much greasy food and your innards have begun to pickle. Yes, this will make you feel like that. So enjoy it, while you can.

When all seemed fine, and dandy too,

A message rose up from the grave,

And spoke to me in sundry cues,

With steal demands for this crazed gnave.

“Questions a’plenty, I have for thee,”

Said Markov of the distance plains,

“And answer them in days of three,

Or die this night by Death’s black reins.”

So great was this, the deadly threat,

That I, post haste, did answer he,

For fear of death would I have met

And driven cold in his killing spree.

Yet here I speak of wondrous things,

Of life and scribe and tender dreams.

And if it please this court of kings,

I’ll speak a word to break his schemes.

N’er again will ye steal my soul

With all your games of fear and sword,

For if I take up any role,

It will be wickedness that bends your word.

Now broken are his wicked ways

So ends our fun and playful days!


That is apparently all I have to say. Thanks for reading, and please send me your hate mail.

So say we all!

PS: I am honored to have been featured as a villain that brings death in a poem. It is quite the achievement on my path to become an evil overlord.

Ah, with Halloween a big fiasco and time already slipping through my fingers I can say that I will have to wrap up the review of “Hellbound Hearts” in two larger posts containing the remaining sixteen short stories. Not as elegant as I would have liked, but then again with my new plan for online activity it’s the best decision so far.

“The Collector” by Kelley Armstrong, Pages 9: No matter that the subject of the anthology is of ghastly theme, we have an urban fantasy entry, which mutes the horror and the ominous. I liked the story for it showed that protagonist and puzzle expert Sarah Lane wasn’t innocent as she appeared. Certainly not one to be slow to feel that she turned into a victim, while called to solve a puzzle with far greater potency than any other design, Sarah obtains the puzzle, but is sure to leave a bloody wake in her path. Although the Cenobite’s handiwork is evident the tale is purposely left unfinished with an open end and a very enterprising miss Lane.

“Bulimia” by Richard C. Matheson, Pages 2: I am not sure this qualifies as a short story and not a vignette, but then again length has found itself to be obsolete, when the ingenuity of the writer guild is concerned. Matheson makes a successful merge between two horrors; one that is medical and one that is not so of this world, while the latter explains the first. Short and disturbing, but makes you think.

“Orfeo of the Damned” by Nancy Holder, Pages 17: Although I enjoyed this story I can’t say it is the most memorable one. It doesn’t make quite the impact even though it is deliciously cruel and evil in its design. Holder creates Lindsay to be suited to endure the torments in hell and develop a twisted version of the Stockholm syndrome, but her nightmarish paradise is set on fire as her boyfriend Jacob follows her in order to be her savior. In the end Jacob gets what he wants and Lindsay is punished and forced to lose her way again in the mortal world.

“Our Lord of Quarters” by Simon Clark, Pages 16: I never imagined that historical pieces would be placed here, since the mythology of the Cenobites and their actions are more in the area of contemporary horror. The result here is beyond satisfactory. The setting is Byzantium during its sunset on the political landscape and the only savior comes in the form of the Lord of Quarters, a Cenobite, who will deliver life back to Byzantium, if the emperor would pay the price and that would be a quarter of everything he owned. The story cements the idea that money is the only power that matters and the ideas worked by Clark are quite captivating. I had a small grudge on behalf of the protagonist, who was a slave in a very sacrificial mode that I didn’t quite understand, but as a whole, this was a swift and dynamic read.

“Wordsworth” by Neil Gaiman & Dave McKean, Pages 15: What can I say here that can truly describe the magic when brilliant art meets brilliant story telling? At one hand we have the disturbing collage work and manipulation by McKean, which instantly fit into the subject and theme of this anthology. If you wanted to see the grotesque and caricaturesque world of ugly and twisted people, then I bet that that’s what it looks like. Then we have Gaiman’s mind, which has conjured this monster wrapped in intellect and unnatural love for words. A love that crosses the very line that distinguishes humans from monsters. A pursuit to fulfill it that infatuation and desire that leads you to hell itself. And it all starts with a crossword puzzle. Now that is scary,

“A Little Piece of Hell” by Steve Niles, Pages 14: I didn’t establish a strong connection to this story. It’s a given it has top notch quality in prose and devise, but it pales in comparison to the stories before. The setting is LA. The protag is an unsavory crook named Gordon Fuller, who chases after easy money in the shape of a small box. A search that leads them to a horror flick producer Thomas Harden, only to find disabled cameras, a murder scene, loot and after that a few uninvited demonic guests.

“The Dark Materials Project” by Sarah Langan, Pages 13: Apparently a lot can happen in between thirteen pages. I certainly didn’t think that Cenobites would mix so well with science and I guess that this is the beauty about the mythos. It can be applied to countless fields and the puzzles that summons these creatures can take the oddest shapes like cracking the genetic code that determines our moral compass. Black hole is swallowing California and the chief of the Dark Materials Project has to deal with the sudden departure of his pregnant wife, who might be a corporate spy, while being society’s scapegoat for meddling with things he shouldn’t be. Disturbing, provoking and proving once and for all that curiosity has opened Pandora’s box and will do so time after time.

“Demon’s Design” by Nicholas Vince, Pages 12: I can say that I found this quite mischevious near the ending, because we have a protagonist, who certainly makes an interesting character, even if it that isn’t obvious at the beginning. The focus falls on Justin, the protag’s boyfriend, and his father the amazing and quite deranged father Caruthian. At first glance Justin is paranoid about his father committing anything nefarious, but when Caruthian reveals his latest installation things go downhill. Vince captivated me with Caruthian’s masterpiece, which is on the brink of where talent crosses into uncomfortable places. I think that beauty here is in the details and the general vibe the author has infused within his work.

October passed in quite a daze. I have been so actively passive in a long time and it felt like the month given to me by the universe to enjoy being an utter sloth. In indulging these primal desires I let a few things slip through my fingers.

First, October was the final month in the R.I.P. IV Challenge hosted by Carl V. and by my estimation it went rather well. Some books were read that fitted the challenge and some were neglected though they were my initial choices for the challenge. But I am not surprised, since my mind hates it when I try to organize and set goals and rebels. We are not on a talking basis with it. Anyway here is the breakdown.

1) “Scar Night” by Alan Campbell ~ Read & Reviewed
2) “Day by Day Armageddon” by J.L. Bourne ~ Read & Reviewed
3) “Scary Faeries” a Juno small anthology ~ Read & Reviewed
4) “Hellbound Hearts” an anthology ~ Read & Somewhat Reviewed
5) “Dunraven Road” by Caroline Barnard-Smith ~ Read

October also hosted the first installment of tanabata’s “Hello Japan!” mini-challenge, which runs on a monthly basis and has its participants experience Japan through a various ways. The first task was to experience Japanese horror and although I did my reading I wasn’t punctual due to tired eyes and lazy typing fingers. But I am quite determined to show what I have been reading.

The manga is called “School Mermaid” and has three chapters, so it’s a quick 10-15 minute read with decent art and a completely ridiculous story that can be invented only in Japan. In one of the infinite number of Japanese high schools, because Japan is the greatest export of high-schoolers ever, there is this urban legend about mermaids living in the swimming pools and if you eat the mermaids flesh you will find your true love, which is also puzzling to talk about with high-scoolers, but in Japan true love can be found in your teen years.

Two girls are determined to do so and go on a mermaid killing spree, which is trickier than it seems the mermaids are perfectly human legged teen girls in swimming suits that can phase through solid objects. Things go downhill for Haruko, when she discovers that her friend has a rather nasty agenda. It’s quite the creepy read to be frank and delivered with the same a bit over the top intensity and also solidifies my understanding that Japanese people with mild and cultured temperament are in fact homicidal.

Over Halloween week several nicer things happened to me. First and foremost Adele was cool enough to publish a story of mine over her blog-zine, which got me compared to Poe, which I think is an exaggeration, but made my day totally. [LINK] I am also featured over at John’s latest installment of “Inside the Blogosphere”, which makes me feel so honored. These small things are the ones to build up confidence that I may not have screwed entirely with the whole mingle-with-people-and-connect skills that seem to be underdeveloped in me. [LINK]

Oh and some book news. I am otherwise too lazy to do this, but since I am an insurgent as it is I shall do my job honorably to promote the new Jeff Vandermeer novel “Finch”. It is out. So go get it. It’s hot on the shelves. Seriously people. Look at this beauty of a cover and tell me you don’t want it.

Check with the man to see whether you can see him talk. [LINK]

I also made the decision to help promote Shaun Duke as he just stepped into a brand new venue and that is namely to be a magazine editor. His magazine is both electronic and printed and is called “Survival by Storytelling”. Issue one is out. So check it out. [LINK]

Another Sunday has hit the calendar and it’s the official beginning of a brand new month. What better way to mark the occasion than to treat yourself to a brand new edition of your favorite feature “Reviewer Time” with your lovely host me. I’m quite excited to have Larry from “OF Blog of the Fallen” to sit on my virtual chair and answer all my nosy questions. If you have been into the whole book reviewing scene, you certainly know Larry as one of the pillars in the hierarchy.

As far as my blog hopping has led to I have four people that I truly respect and admire for the quality of content and their intellect. Larry is among them, because he is the flipside to every to every topic or occurrence. I can’t say that I find myself agreeing to all of his statements on different subjects. My agreement with him is on the 50/50 basis, but I have learned to respect the argumentation behind each one, because he manages to bring out a new depth to whatever issue has been stirring our sphere. And there is the benefit to keep coming back to “OF Blog of the Fallen”, understanding the vast and multispectral world of today’s publishing industry and the world of literature in general.

I think it’s this flipside quality to what is shaping the reviewer bloggers and the gravity of his tone that have managed to raise his status among our kind. Speaking of gravity and attitude I can speak of Larry’s reviews, which alas appear every blue moon, but cross the line between just being reviews and resemble more what I would call a book critique. It’s a rather personal and possibly mistaken judgment, but the length, voice and expression stirs me to that conclusion. The same professional attitude can be taken to his interviews, which are always insightful and prompt authors to discuss a myriad of subject at great length; a skill I find that I desire to learn myself one day.

There are certainly other factors that convince me that whatever Larry posts is a must read for the sake of one’s intellectual growth include the fact that he has the ability to read hundreds of pages in an hour and his knowledge of multiple languages. Those two combined leave almost no limits to explore the human mind through its creation in the literary world. It’s what I think it will feel like to be able to devour books at such a tempo. I wouldn’t be able to memorize all the details of my reading, but the basic designs would be burned into my mind and I would see each new book through a very different set of eyes.

Yes, I have sidetracked and gone into the realm of daydreaming. And yes, this has crossed the line between an objective commentary and a rather creepy fan boy moment of devotion, but it stands to underline how awesome I think “OF Blog of the Fallen” is for one’s brain, because reading book review blogs shouldn’t be just fun and helpful for the reader’s next reading choice, but can make you think about things.

HM: As per the long tradition at “Reviewer Time” I will require some background from our guest. Who is exactly is Larry, when he is not running his blog?

L: Hrmm...let’s see...first and foremost, I have been a teacher, off-and-on, for the past ten years. I currently am taking a break (hopefully, forever) from the public education system. I am teaching both general education and (as of this month) special education classes at a local residential treatment center for male teens who have a history of emotional, mental, and behavioral disorders that require them to be placed in a 24 hour residential care setting.

I am also 35 years old, of mixed Celtic and Native American descent, and I miss the glory days of being able to run the 40 under 5 seconds. Oh, and I miss breaking ankles as well. Or is the violent tendencies something you weren’t expecting to hear from me?

HM: As you already know I am quite fond of lists, so can you list the three things your readers probably have no clue about you? This however excludes your speed reading ability. We all know about that one.

L: Three things? Besides the violent tendencies of my youth? Let’s see... Well, first off, growing up, I was a two-sport athlete, playing both forms of football (and being on a travel team for the non-American form). I even played indoor soccer for my freshman year of school at the University of Tennessee as part of an intramural dorm floor group, so yeah, the athletic bit might surprise a few.

Another surprising thing? Through my father’s leadership in the Fellowship of Christian Athletes, I have been introduced over the years to over a dozen prominent college and professional athletes, including Coach Bobby Bowden and Reggie White, among others. And even outside of that group, I’ve met a few athletes during my time at UT.

I have to list three things? Hrmm...well, there’s this years-old running commentary involving me and a lovely young woman overseas that involves referencing Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince, and especially the passage involving the fennec fox, that sometimes crops up in cryptic references in my posts, on a few forums, in various emails, and so forth. I even have my supervisor at work convinced that it’s a sexual thing, when it’s really much more cute than just mere lust.

HM: Speaking of your super power, because for a bookaholic that is a super power; when did you learn you could read as fast and how does the speed affect the reading experience for you in general? When I try to read faster than I do the story doesn’t exactly sink in and I am just curious how this applies to a tempo like yours.

L: Hard to say, since no one really taught me how to read. I taught myself that when I was just beginning kindergarten when I was 5, and I think what I learned was how to combine pictorial references with phonemes and to mash the two together at an extremely high rate. There are times that I comprehend what’s happening in my vision (such as reading an entire poster in one glance) before I can “hear” it in my head.

It’s extremely difficult to explain (much less to try and teach to someone), but that’s how it goes. How does it affect reading rates/comprehension? As long as I’m focused on the book, I can go about as fast as 500-600 pages/hour with good comprehension. If I’m not focused, I could attempt to slow it down to say 120-150 pages/hour (can’t go much lower than this, or else I begin to forget everything in straining to go much slower than my native speed) and it’d still be the same level.

HM: When did you discover you had a passion for reading?

L: When my mother wasn’t able to read to me as much as I liked when I was 4-5 years old and I told her that I was so mad at her that I’d just learn how to read myself...and I did?

HM: You have a wide range of tastes and the ability to indulge into all your interests. What does each genre offer for you intellectually and emotionally and do you have an utmost favorite?

L: I rarely had the time/desire to read fiction growing up. The books I used to teach myself to read? Those were my dad’s high school history textbooks (he taught history and physical education and my mother taught English when I was growing up) and I found myself entranced by the cultures, the changes in life, wars, destruction, and cultural advancements. This has never left me, despite my becoming burned out on studying cultural history when I was completing my Master of Arts degree a dozen years ago.

Most of the fiction that I read, outside of Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, between 5 and 23 were “literary” works of the 11th-early 20th centuries from Great Britain, France, Germany, Italy, and the United States mostly. Had little desire to read more fantasy/spec fic works at this time, since nothing then was as unsettling as reading cultural histories of the Great War/World War I or as strange as reading about how differently suicides were treated in Great Britain and France over a time stretching from the 14th century to the mid-18th century. Come and think of it, perhaps one of the reasons why so many readers eschew fiction, genre or not, is because of just how strange, cruel, scary, and enchanting our own pasts have been.

But that was then. Today, I tend to read religious texts because of my interests in exploring my own Catholic faith (I’m an adult convert and those are strange birds). I also read Marxist texts, which might seem to be in opposition to my religious affiliation, but I consider the epistemological models developed by Marxists of all stripes over the years to be invaluable in critiquing texts.

I also find social commentaries in fiction form to be fascinating. The recent trends in some Latin American countries towards a form of global hyperrealist approach to fiction writing is fascinating, as are examinations of how the Boom Generation used elements of the speculative to make insightful comments into the problems in their native lands.

But in the end, I’m still very much going to approach literature of all forms as being facets of a society’s material culture. That’s why I tend to be more bemused than passionate these days about the presumed literary/genre divide.

HM: You also can read in a multitude of languages. Have you ever read a title both in its native and then translated? If you had can you share how the story is affected by the linguistic change?

L: Yes, although I rarely do that these days with Spanish-language texts. What I can tell you is that (based on having taken a university Latin class on Vergil’s Æneid, is that there is a sense of “music” lost between the various tongues. I find myself to be a very “musical” person, as I like to listen to the cadences and rhythmic flow of various languages and I’ve found in reading works in translation, that the music has changed. In some cases, the difference is that of tone and not of quality, while in other cases, it reads like an Engrish.com text to me.

HM: On the same topic what is your hold on the quality of translations and do they do justice to the stories and novels?

L: English-language readers generally are lucky that there is more money available for the publishers to pay for highly-qualified translators. People like William Weaver (who translated Italo Calvino and Umberto Eco) are treasures. That being said, there is an inevitable shift in semantic meaning, something that Eco addresses in his book on translations, Mouse or Rat: Translation as Negotiation. It’s been my experience, both as a reader of translated texts and as an amateur translator of both Spanish-language prose and poetry, that a “good” translation captures the spirit of a text more than it attempts (Quixotically, of course!) to capture the literal text in a different lingua.

HM: Okay, we all know that you have a massive book collection. How do you fit all these books in your house and do you even manage to organize them?

L: Ha! Yes, I recently had somewhere around 2100-2200 books that I crammed into a little space. Yet despite having almost a dozen bookcases to store them, over half of my books are unshelved, with the majority stacked from floor to ceiling in a walk-in closet of mine that now hold no clothes. I’m in the process of pruning my collection, mostly through giving away dozens of books to three close friends of mine, plus trading in hundreds more at a local used bookstore, so I can use that credit to buy some expensive non-fiction books, especially French, Italian, and German grammars.

HM: So once again, although you have discussed this topic on your blog, can you tell us the origin story behind your site?

L: Back in October 2001, I became an Admin for the nascent Other Fantasy section of the now-defunct wotmania fansite. Around August 2004, I began to become discontented with the webmaster’s laissez-faire approach toward the site (several needed changes were never implemented) and I thought I might best channel my creative energies by creating a blog that would serve as a conduit between the Other Fantasy section at wotmania and the still-developing SF/F blogosphere.

So I created a blog and named it after the Other Fantasy section, while referencing not just Steven Erikson’s Malazan Book of the Fallen fantasy series, but ultimately also Napoleon’s list of his fallen soldiers. But soon after creating it, I found myself swamped at work (plus I was about to go back and take university classes again for all of 2005), so I let the blog lay fallow for most of 2005 through June 2007, when I reactivated it after I had more free time and because I had decided (again) that wotmania and its Other Fantasy section were not enough to hold my attention. After several shifts in focus, from mostly new SF/F works to the current wide range of topics, here it is.

HM: What is the best thing about blogging that makes you return every day and what is the the aspect that makes you want to stay offline?

L: I like to communicate with others and while this electronic form is a pale form of what I used to experience as a history major/grad student, it certainly provides me with my RDA of arguments! As for what tends to keep me offline for stretches? Besides the demands on my time from my current position, I do tend to get rather bored quickly when browsing through other sites and seeing the same sets of topics/books reviewed being covered in rather predictable ways. Ennui is the bane of my existence.

HM: And have you ever felt like closing your site?

L: Yes. Still debating whether or not to switch everything over to my other blog, Vaguely Borgesian. Copied most of the posts recently from the OF Blog to there, just in case. There is something odd about having the OF Blog still running when its namesake and quasi-“parent” is now defunct, no?

HM: For a successful blog owner, who even got called to edit the Best American Fantasy series, you surely must have gotten some interesting moments while running your blog for so long. Can you share the weirdest or most peculiar?

L: Well, I’ve had Wheel of Time fans in the past email me to ask if I knew any particulars about that series, but outside of that and the spammers who wish that I’d link to their new blogs (when I see stereotypical dragons, rather shallow approaches to reviewing/commentaries, and web designs that remind me of geocities, I tend to click out and forget), there’s not really all that much to share in regards to wackos.

HM: And speaking of your editorial involvement with the 2010 and 2011 volumes of Best American Fantasy, can you share how you got approached and how this has been going on for you?

L: I’ve covered Latin American literature of all forms for much of the past three years on the OF Blog and on a few forums that I frequent. During that time, I’ve come to make the acquaintance of several people who have similar interests. One person I’ve come to know during that time is Jeff VanderMeer, who along with his wife is a very good anthologist and someone who takes an interest in all forms of literature.

Several months ago, due to other commitments on his time, Matthew Cheney, who had been the series editor for the Best American Fantasy series since its inception a few years ago, stepped down and Jeff and his wife Ann took over. Jeff wanted to expand the focus of the anthology series to include translated fictions from Latin America and he knew that I and a Brazilian friend of ours, Fábio Fernandes, had a passion and some knowledge of the Latin American scenes. So he asked both of us if we would be interested in assisting them and the annual guest editors in selecting short fiction translated into English that was written by Latin American authors. We said yes (or rather, Hell Yes! would be more suitable here) and starting shortly, we’ll be scouring the 2010 journals, print and online alike, for suitable stories. I expect to fall dead from it within a week and then revive myself and enjoy myself until I fall dead again.

HM: Now that you have hit five years of blogging and thus earned quite a followship and respectability do you have any particular plans for your blog or just going to do what you like?

L: My main plan is to avoid falling into a rut and repeating myself. I have nebulous goals of concentrating more on my other reading passions, so there might be (time permitting) more discussion of poetry, translations that I’ve done of short works, and other odds and ends. It certainly won’t be limited to SF/F fiction, as that at best comprises just over 1/3 of my reading these days.

HM: Did you ever have writing ambitions yourself?

L: Not really, at least not as a fiction writer. Before I burned out during my MA studies, I had planned on writing a groundbreaking piece of cultural/religious history on the problems of trying to categorize Adolf Hitler’s thoughts and actions in regards to Christianity in general and Catholicism specifically. When I began that research back in late 1995, there was almost nothing in English or German that even touched upon this topic. I did get as far as writing a mini-thesis on it, but I since I had decided to drop out after my MA, I never polished it up for submission as an academic paper.

But back in 2001, I did try my hand at writing a piece of fiction that would have been part of a mosaic. I wrote one out of a conceived six interconnected stories that revolved around people meeting at a book-related fansite and how they interacted with one another. While the fansite was SF/F, the writing had nothing at all to do with genre conventions. I posted the 10,000 word novelette on wotmania and it was well-received, but I lost interest in it, since I apparently have little desire to create stories. I do love to interpret them, however, which probably explains why any “writing ambitions” that I might possess would be best described as my desire to become a well-rounded and influential online essayist and critic.

HM: Thank you very much for your participation in my feature and you are welcome to finish as you see fit.

L: Welcome to finish as I see fit? Hrmm... you really shouldn’t leave things to be so open-ended! Here goes:

Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu’avoc le coeur. L’essential est invisible pour les veux.

There is much power in that “simple” phrase. It’s almost as powerful as this one:

Si linguis hominum loquar et angelorum, caritatem autem no habeam, factus sum velut aes sonans aut cymbalum tinniens. Et si habuero prophetiam et noverim mysteria omnia et omnem scientiam, et si habuero omnem fidem, ita ut montes transferam, caritatem autem non habuero, nihil sum.

So much power in these expressions, especially if one stops to consider the wisdom contained in these disparate sources. But since you asked earlier about translations and their changes, here’s a second rendering of the second phrase, quoted by someone who means the world to me:

Ако језике човјечије и анђелске говорим а љубави немам, онда сам као звоно које звони, или прапорац који звечи. И ако имам пророштво и знам све тајне и сва знања, и ако имам сву вјеру да и горе премјештам, а љзбави немам, ништа сам.

It is in these things, if one looks deeply enough, that one can discover more about my view of the world (and thus, of books and fiction) than any of the thousands of words I said above.

Thanks for asking me these questions, Harry. Maybe next time I’ll explain in depth the deep, inner meaning of a rabid squirrel.

Another month is up the alley and a whole new line-up for "Reviewer Time" has been recruited, the first of which you will be introduced to today. After the week from Hell has passed I hope to work at a steadier pace. So here people are the new interviewees and their corresponding dates.

01.11: Larry from "OF Blog of the Fallen"
08.11: SMD from "World in a Satin Bag"
15.11: Ben from "Speculative Fiction Junkie"
22.11: Liz & Mark from "My Favorite Books" [this time for real]
29.11: Mark from "Walker of Worlds"

Now doesn't that sound exciting.

And from November I am going to show my face here a lot less than I have. I managed to achieve a satisfactory amount of activity for the past two months, but the blog has usurped the throne of my priorities and in the end of the day I am a writer and a not a reviewer as a calling, so I will pop up on Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. Since I am more or less obliged to support several blogs my reviews will be diverse for all places. Of course exceptions will be made, when I feel in the mood and have completed my other activities before getting to "Temple Library Reviews". This will also help me with the speed with which I have to read and ease up on the tension to deliver all the time. In the mean time I shall be working on a few loose ends I have left as far as organization here goes and expect me to come up with a weird new thing to post on here.

Second Halloween feature is based on the "Gather the 13" principle. I have one question and I ask it to as many horror or dark fiction writers as possible and just see what lurks inside their creative minds. The questions for the horror authors is:

It's undeniable that Halloween has had quite a sway over mainstream culture. Apart from giving a push to many formats from Halloween special TV episodes to Halloween themed books, movies, comic books and even music, I think it has popularized and helped spread the horror genre around the globe as well as the desire for a chill thrill and a hefty scream. Halloween has established a pantheon of monsters used for scaring small children and grown-ups alike. Whether you yourself celebrate this holiday or don't, can you say what monster or paranormal concept scared you in your youth and fascinated you at the same time?

And here are the answers:

1) Marcia Colette - Bio: Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy writer with a known tendency to flirt with horror and the dark, gritty side of things. Her work includes the novels "Half Breed", "Stripped" and "Unstable Environment" - Answer:

Demon possession scares the crap out of me and still do to this day. Vampires, werewolves, the walking dead. Those I can handle. But demons? That's another story. I guess it's because of all the paranormal that's out there, demons are the most real to me. I think they exist, though I've never had a demonic encounter and don't want one. But at the same time, I'm fascinated because like vampires and werewolves, they're part of the unknown. I want to know more with the hopes of being less afraid. The Exorcist scared me when I first saw it. Today, it's fun to sit around and watch it while analyzing the possibilities. Not only that, but they have been known to be the reason for some hauntings, too, which is why I have some reservations when it comes to ghosts. When I was a kid, I could count the number of movies that creeped me out like Poltergeist and the Amityville Horror. Today, not so much. And no, I have no intentions of seeing Paranormal Activity either. Not knowing what I know now about it. I need all of the sleep I can get these days.

2) Kaaron Warren - Bio: Australian horror writer currently living in Fiji with more than 70 short stories under her belt as well as three novels, among which is also the chilling "Slights" - Answer:

The radio commercial for “The Shining” terrified me. The sound of water rushing, but it wasn’t water, was it, it was blood. I knew I had to see that movie. I hadn’t read the book. I can’t remember if I’d even heard of Stephen King then.

But I knew I wanted to be scared like that for a whole movie.

I can’t remember now if my parents let me go, or if I lied. I think I lied; I saw it with a friend who had grown siblings. We met at her sister’s house. It was the one and only time I was there. It was the night we were told that her husband molested their children. I remember clearly hearing this. I had met him; he was maybe ten years older than us, short hair. He was almost handsome and nice to us. I think he gave me a chocolate bar.

His daughter told her mother, “Daddy makes us look at the white stuff in his penis.”

I remember we were standing in the kitchen of my friend’s sister’s house. The tiles on the floor were purple and white squares; I counted them. I didn’t know what you said when someone told you such a thing.

We saw the movie. It was terrifying, surprising, sick-making. Funny. “Red Rum became a catch-phrase for us.

We caught the train home. It was late. The train door wouldn’t shut and it banged, banged, and every time I thought someone had run through the air and thrown themselves onto the train. I didn’t want to know what sort of person could do such a thing.

My friend and I scared each other, talking about the people on the platforms as we pulled in.

“You never know,” she said. “See that woman? She keeps children under her house.”

“You never know,” I said. “See that old guy?”

He climbed onto the train slowly and walked towards us, dragging his leg. Just like Jack Nicholson. Jack Torrance in The Shining, like that crazy axe-murderer.

My friend and I clutched each other. He had one arm tucked in his coat and we knew he had an axe in there.

The old man sat down and it was a bottle he held hidden. He offered it to us. We giggled.

Scary stories were over.

I’ve seen The Shining dozens of times since then. Jack Torrance always scares me, the way he shifts into hate so easily.

My friend’s sister left the husband. I think we talked about it; my friend was angry and I think we talked about what we’d do to him if we ever aw him.

That night remains clear in my mind as one of the scariest of my youth. There was the created fear of the movie, the imagined fear of people flying through the air, and the very real fear of an adult hurting a child.

3) Gary McMahon - Bio: Gary McMahon lives, works and writes in West Yorkshire but possesses a New York state of mind. He shares his life with a wife, a son, and the nagging stories that won’t give him any peace until he writes them. He has published numerous short stories to anthologies and magazines as well as novels. - Answer:

I'd have to say that the concept of hollowing out a pumpkin, carving a creepy face on it, and thenplacing a burning candle inside has to be the creepist Halloween tradition. Just the look of a glowing pumpkin (or turnip, as we used to utilise when I was a boy) is inherently spooky. It's a very evocative image, and one that has always held a strange resonance for me that I can never quite explain...

4) David Barr Kirtley - Bio: Profilic short fiction writer with a rather lengthy bio that can't be summed up in a few sentences to capture the whole awesomeness. - Answer:

When I was a kid I read a picture book of scary stories. I wish I remembered what it was called. The first story was about a boy who gets a stuffed monkey toy, a sort of ragged old hand-me-down, and someone has sewn needles into its paws to make claws, which cut the kid before he notices them. He starts having nightmares about the monkey, and by the end of the story the nightmares have become reality and he’s trapped, and the monkey has become gigantic and is looming over him -- this was one of the illustrations. That story scared the crap out of me. So much so that I returned the book to the library without reading any of the other stories. So much so that I basically didn’t go near the horror genre for years afterward. I was too scared to read Stephen King, too scared to watch Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street, so I missed a lot of the standard stuff that kids of my generation would probably name. I used to have to cover my eyes during the librarian ghost scene in Ghostbusters, and for a long time James Cameron’s Aliens was probably the scariest movie I’d watched. Then one night I was sitting in front of the TV, and somehow started watching this movie called Killer Clowns from Outer Space, about alien clowns who land in a UFO/circus tent, and start abducting people and cocooning them in cotton candy, and then the clowns use curly straws to suck out their victims’ blood. The only way to kill them is to shoot them in their big red noses. It sounds like a comedy, and if I watched it today I’d probably see it as a comedy, but I don’t think any movie has ever unnerved me as much as that one did. There’s just something really freaky about clowns. Clowns, dolls, puppets, anything like that. (There was a great episode of the Tales from the Crypt TV show that featured a puppet who avenges himself on his owner’s scheming wife.) A piece of fiction that really did it for me was George R. R. Martin’s “Sandkings.” I read that in an airport while waiting for a delayed flight to board, and the story transported me completely, and by the time I finished it my adrenaline was racing and I looked around, startled to be back in the airport. You know something is good when it can scare you even in a crowded airport at noon.

5) T. A. Moore - Bio: Irish short story writer with affliction to the haunting and gothic fiction with one novel "The Even" and a sequel under works. - Answer:

There was something about the concept of Frankenstein's Monster that always troubled me. I wasn't scared of the Monster himself, he was always more tragic than anything else, but the concept behind his creation was a different matter. The idea of a patchwork creation of corpse flesh and man's ambition, patched together with bolts and stitches, possessing the concept of humanity but rebuked for reaching for it. Frankenstein did not wish to be a father, but to be a God - and what worth is the godhead if you must admit your creation is your equal? The Monster's gradual moral deterioration, its discovery of cruelty and vengence, is troubling too. Could the events of the novel have been averted if Frankenstein had not been repelled by his creation, if someone had extended the hand of kindness or if the Monster had another of its kind? Or was the Monster's nature defined by the means of its creation?

The questions and concepts raised in Frankenstein are pervasive in both SF and horror: cloning, robots, evil hands.

Of course, as a child I was most terrified of the Toilet Monster: a tentacled monstrosity that dwelt in the toilet and tried to grab you whenever the toilet lifted the grate that kept it out. The Toilet Monster doesn't raise as many philosophical questions as Frankenstein's Monster, but Stephen King did explore the idea in a short story called 'The Moving Finger'. For all the monsters already birthed into the collective consciousness, we can still find our own versions of them in the oddest of places.

6) Nancy Kilpatrick - Bio: I think that we can skip with this bio, because everybody knows just how prolific with both novels and short stories - Answer:

I agree that Halloween is a popular holiday. One reason is that it’s not like the others. Halloween is given over to the dark side and Valentine’s Day, Labor Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s Eve etc just don’t go there.

The history of Halloween is intriguing and your readers can check it out elsewhere, but essentially this was All Saints’ Day, which followed on the heels of Samhain, a Celtic harvest ritual when the change of season straddled the ‘light’ days of summer and the ‘dark’ days of fall. There are times of the year where a big change occurs (and even times of the day—dawn and dusk), but fall is the most shocking. I mean, who gets shocked when we slip from the cold end of fall into the colder winter? Or from the chill of winter into the rebirth of spring?

It seems innate in human beings that some part of us is deeply effected by these pivotal events, and the shocking and scary one is the demise of summer. The Celts believe this end-of-harvest time was when the dark door opened and spirits from the other side could enter our world, for good or for ill. There are other cultures which have similar traditions, for instance in India, in parts of South America, and Mexico’s Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) on Nov 1 and 2, where it’s thought that the souls of the dearly departed return. If you don’t know about the Mexican holiday you can check out this website, which has my story “Dia de los Muertos”: http://www3.sympatico.ca/nancy.kilpatrick/

The Celts must have been a fun people. They came up with the idea of (dis)guising one’s self so that when these spirits came through the wrinkle in time, they wouldn’t harm the living by trying to cart them back beyond the veil. If you dressed up like a creepy other-worldly being, they would believe that you were one of their own and continue on their search for the living to torment. Pumpkins or jack-o’-lanterns protected your home by showing these ghastly beings from the beyond another demonic face to stop them from entering what, presumably, reminded them of where they normally dwelled.

Of course, the modern world just plays at this, or so they think. There are still plenty of scary images on Halloween roaming the streets, along with a plethora of angels, fairies, corn flake boxes... Personally, I think it’s safer to go the scary route with costuming, because you never know…

But despite laughing at the supernatural and dressing up like Madonna, a majority of 21st century people have a strong belief in ghosts. Yearly media surveys prove this. And ditto for the existence of vampires.

Although I have written a lot of vampire fiction, vampires were not the most frightening supernaturals for me in childhood. I’ve always been creeped out by ghosts and, as they emerged from the Haitian style, zombies. The former are passing through realms. Most of us humanoids are privy to only one realm, aka ‘reality’, with our mini-voyages to other realms in dreams or through artwork, and for some through intoxicants. Because we have fears, ghosts, being rather hazy and incorporeal, are an easy way to envision those fears. Zombies are a more definite fear, it seems to me. They are unstoppable killers, often orally fixated, and mindless. Banded together they form mobs, reminding us of fantasy--where the living stormed castles with torches and pitchforks; or fact--those who painted the streets red with blood during revolutions in France, Russia and other places around the globe. Any rational person fears this irrationality because we know there’s very little if anything that can be done to stop it.

As a writer with what I hope is an artistic bent to my work, I tend to find these beings horrifying and fascinating at the same time. I view them as I would a rather ugly insect pinned to a board: I want to vomit and yet I’m in awe of such a hideous creature and astonished that it exists.

For the record, my most recent ghost story “Sara” appears in Campus Chills. My most recent zombie story “Mozakia” is in the upcoming The Moonstone Book of Zombies. As for vampires, check out By Blood We Live for “The Vechi Barbat”.

7) Robert Dunbar. - Bio: Horror novelist of "Monsters & Martyrs", "The Pines" and "The Shore" - Answer:

As a child I was terrified by the legend of the Jersey Devil. This was of course before Sarah Palin taught us all the true meaning of fear. Nothing scares me anymore. (Well ... FOX News maybe.)

8) Barbie Wilde. - Bio: Performer, actress and writer. A true and dark Renaissance person in the art world. - Answer:

Oh, where do I begin? Both my father and older brother were big Sci-fi fans and my brother always wanted company when he watched the old Creature Feature reruns on Saturday afternoons. ‘The Thing From Outer Space’ and ‘Invasion From Mars’ are two that stand out. I still watch ‘The Thing’ (1952) with great enjoyment today. For its time, the effects were pretty good, but it was the cast and the quirky, smart dialogue that makes it a classic. ‘Invasion From Mars’ (1953) had a very disturbing effect, because the main premise was that aliens land in the back garden of the young hero and take over the minds of his parents. The fact that he couldn’t trust his mother and father (or indeed virtually any adult in the film with the exception of two attractive scientists) was a terrifying concept to an impressionable (and fairly paranoid) 10-year old girl.

However, the granddaddy of them all for me as a child was ‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers’ (1956). I was checking under my bed for alien pods for years after seeing that film! So the upshot is that aliens from outer space are the scariest monsters for me, although the bad daddy ghost in ‘The Haunting’ (1963) is a close second. And for erotic horror, Christopher Lee as Dracula in ‘The Horror of Dracula’ (1958) was also a childhood favorite.

9) Steven Saville. - Bio: Again rather comprehensive to sum up accordingly. You must read it to get an overall idea. - Answer:

While I don't think Halloween itself established many of the monsters I 'enjoyed' as a youngster half-hidden behind the couch (like for instance vampires - I had a deep and abiding dread of vampires from about age 10, which included a lot of nightmares and really kicked off when, in the middle of the night I heard a tap tap tapping at my window. Of course my mother didn't believe me when I said the Prince of Darkness was outside my window and wanted to come in... but come dawn I pulled back the curtains and the glass had shattered with a cobweb of cracks) there's no denying the fact it's popularised ghoulies and ghosties and things that go bump in the night.

For me though, I think ghosts have always been one step beyond (excuse the pun) any of the pantheon of monsters like the mummy, Frankenstein's monster, the wolfman etc. It could simply be the innate Englishness of ghosts, given that we're surrounded by so much history (but no Native American burial grounds, alas) it seems almost inevitable that something should linger - preferable even. I used to have to walk along the edge of a huge cemetery on my way home from school, though walking makes it sound like a casual act, usually it was more like a frantic dash as I was sure I spotted movement in the shadows around the older mausoleums. And then there was the fact that, despite 'not believing' I had several experiences that believers would
claim were proof enough, including waking to see the familiar white clad victorian lady at the bottom of the bed, seeing the ex girlfriend's dead father, and other stuff. But then... I wouldn't have become a writer if I didn't have a very over-active imagination, right?

It's Halloween and my Halloween Week went down the drain as unseen circumstances kept me away from the keyboard and sucked my blood dry. The longest I got was to check my mail and any further than that caused my eyes to hurt. Rather nasty, when most of your hobbies tend to include the Internet. One lesson I learned from all this is that I need to start planing these events a year early to not let life mess up my perfect plan. Someone also needs to create a day with a lot more hours. So let's move to the main course, which will be an accumulative of the highlights meant for this week.

I was inspired by John from "Grasping for the Wind" to have a small version of Inside the Blogosphere, but in a smaller scale. My original intent was to ask 13 bloggers and have this ominous air to it, but I am down with three reviewers, who couldn't participate although they exhibited the spirit of participation. I asked a Halloween influenced question ten people. Here is the question:

And here are your answers:

1) Colin from "Highlander's Book Reviews": Scottish Halloween traditions reach far back into our misty, pagan past but unfortunately many of these have been lost by, initially, the christianification of the country and more recently the commercialisation of the festival. Originally linked to Samhain, the Celtic festival of the dead, this is an in between time, when the boundaries of winter and summer and also life and death are breached allowing the dead into our world.

Until fairly recently the streets would be filled with guisers, literally folks in disguise, carrying lanterns carved from turnips (neeps!), it's too cold to grow pumpkins in Scotland. The idea was that these folk could mingle with the dead as they were out walking.

There are two particular tales in the Highlands that I want to share. The first is the Cailleach Bheur, the Blue-faced Hag of Winter. She appears at Samhain, with the first winter snows, to rule the land until chased off by springtime. She is particularly prominent on the appropriately named Beinn na Caillich on the Isle of Skye where she stirs up the winds before sending storms crashing down on the folks below.

The second tale concerns the bishop of Spynie Palace near Elgin. He occupied St Davids Tower at the palace but it is rumoured he dappled in Black Magic. If you visit the tower on Halloween you can see the witches and spirits he summoned returning, the air is filled with strange music and unearthly light.

Incidentally fires and bonfires were until recently, associated with Halloween in Scotland, rather than Guy Fawkes as they are in England. There are still a few Scots who wish he had managed to blow up the houses of parliament! The Scottish fires are there to celebrate the burning of witches and in some areas an effigy of an old woman is still thrown onto the fire.

So for a Scot like myself, Halloween is not about greed and commercialism but is a much deeper, darker affair. The tales may be old but there is no smoke without fire and who knows what you will find if you wander out on a lonely road through the wild Scottish countryside at Halloween.

2) Graeme from "Graeme's Fantasy Book Review": Wow, that’s a tricky one seeing as I’m currently having trouble remembering what I did last week… (seriously though, can someone tell me?)

The thing is, it was all about sci-fi and fantasy when I was a kid and the closest I got to a horror book, for a long time, was looking at the Stephen King covers, in the supermarket, while Mum was doing the shopping. Some of those covers were scary enough on their own though…

Then, just before I finished up with primary school, I discovered both the ‘Pan Book of Horror’ and ‘Fontana Book of Great Horror’ series on the bookshelves. There was some seriously scary stuff there and I was hooked. The only problem these days is that I can’t remember any of the titles, the stories themselves stay with me still but I can’t for the life of me remember what any of them are called! Quite sad really…

There were stories about possessed dolls that possessed their owners and men who had to face down hordes of flesh eating ants. There was even a story about a man whose own skeleton rebelled against him, not letting him move or eat until he died (I think it may have been called ‘The Flesh is Weak). This wasn’t a case of mere paralysis, there was some serious spooky evil going on!

Out of all of these stories though, the one that has always stayed with me is one called ‘The Eater of Souls’ (I think. Like I said, I’m having trouble remembering the titles). Two brothers share a bedroom, one has tucked himself into bed nice and tight and the other brother is worried about him. You see, the Eater of Souls likes to capture people who are already in a tight spot so that they cannot escape, once the Eater of Souls has you then you are doomed… What our little friend doesn’t realise is that while he’s reading his book (and keeping an eye on his brother) he’s tucking himself in tight as well. He turns to the next page of his book and guess what is waiting for him…? You guessed it; his soul was eaten right up…

I woke up the next morning after having read this story and the light was shining through the window in such a way that it looked like two little red eyes were glaring at me from the shadows on top of a shelf. I didn’t dare move for what felt like hours… It didn’t stop me going after that next big scare though, something that you’ll still find me doing today.

Whatever you read, or watch, this Halloween… I hope it does the job and gives you a big scare too…

3) Carl from "Stainless Steel Droppings": The earliest 'scary story' I remember is the tale of Icabod Crane in The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. I am guessing it may have been from the cartoon version, but somehow that story sticks in my mind and is one that I have always found particularly creepy, merely because of my childhood recollection.

I read a number of ghost story collections, checked out from the library, when I was young. While I cannot remember many specific stories, I do remember that these were often by 'classic' authors. What I do remember quite vividly is the illustrations by Edward Gorey. They burned themselves into my brain as the visual representation of a good scary story and I have been a fan of his work ever since. Even now when I watch Mystery on PBS or see and Edward Gorey illustration on a book I am thrown back to my childhood.

It was in childhood, just prior to adolescence, that I first read Bram Stoker's Dracula.
I was terrified, in that kind of deliciously creepy way that a young boy can be scared. It is one of my watershed moments in my reading development. It made such an impression on me that three decades later I still consider Dracula to be my absolute favorite book. I am so devoted to it that I have not once enjoyed a movie adaptation of the book, as none come close to being faithful to the story, and I reread it every few years.

Those are the things that really stand out in my mind when I think of scary memories from my childhood. I also recall watching a number of Vincent Price, Christopher Lee, Peter Cushing movies on television. Those were so perfect for a rainy afternoon or a late night with all the lights off. Even today I enjoy filling my October nights with these classic films.

4) Fabio from "Post-Weird Thoughts": The earliest nursery rhyme I can remember is one my grandfather used to sing to me. It´s called (in Brazilian Portuguese) BOI DA CARA PRETA - in a literal translation, the Black-Faced Ox. It is usually sang in a basso voice, so as to emulate the call of the ox. The lyrics says that the Black-Faced Ox comes and gets away bad-mannered children in the middle of the night (not exactly that, but that´s pretty much the spirit of the thing). It´s really scary to little children.

Then, as I grew up a little, I was told of the VELHO DO SACO (The Old Bag Man, lit trans also). A very tall, thin, bearded, crazy-looking man. He may be black or white depending of the region of Brazil you´re living in (in Rio de Janeiro, he seemed to be white as far as I know), and he usually roams the streets at night, capturing children and pre-teens and throwing them into his bag, whose interior was as dark
as a coal sack. The children he caught were never heard of again.

And my personal favorite (I even wrote a story about her recently), the BATHROOM BLONDE. I don´t know if she´s an imported urban legend (I was once told so, but I couldn´t find any reliable references). When I was approximately 1o years old (1976), the legend spread all over Brazil like wildfire. It was hard to find a school where children weren´t at least a little bit wary of going to the bathroom by themselves. The account was that she was a gorgeous blonde woman, all dressed in red (not at all unlike Number Six in the recent Battlestar: Galactica remake), but with the pallor of a corpse (here the things gets creepy, and Gothic, of all things) and sometimes she could be seen even with little cottonballs in her nostrils (it´s still quite common in funerals here, since we use to bury our deceased the day after they die). Rumor had it that she was killed by a jealous lover (other rumor also said that she killed herself because of unrequited love), and sometimes she could be seen with her wrists slit -- still carrying a straight razor, which she was more than happy to use in anybody who dared to disturb her sleep in the bathroom. This in itself has a whole erotic charge that shook as we were growing up. You know, it may even be one of the things that moved me into fantastic literature.

5) Peter from "Ubiquitous Absence": I hate to sound boring, but largely the garden variety stuff. I remember being into a series of monster books (Crestwood House Monsters series – man, the internet is awe inspiring for a tired and beaten-down memory) at my elementary school’s library. I checked out and read through each of them numerous times. I then remember watching all of the black and white movies, upon which, the books were based. There was King Kong, Godzilla, Mothra, Rodan, the Mummy, Dracula, Frankenstein, the Wolf Man and probably more than that. I have few memories of my grandfather, who died when I was very young, but I do recall a Saturday afternoon in his living room where we, I on the floor and he in his recliner, watched King Kong vs. Godzilla. At the time, it was the best movie in the whole wide world.

It wasn’t too much later, that I watched, for God knows what reason, Salem’s Lot. At that age, it made me paranoid. I don’t truly recall any scenes from the movie, except one. I recall a vampire floating off the ground outside a second story bedroom window. Growing up in totally rural town (pop. ~3500), there are plenty of noises to pick up on at night. Each one of them was the tell-tale sign of a vampire preying upon me and mere moments from ending my life. Yikes!!!

I went straight to sci-fi and fantasy fiction after that, and haven’t ever looked back because, we all know what’s back there…gaining on me.

6) Velvet from "vvb32 reads": Below is a campfire ghost story my Uncle told me in the 70's that I thought at the time was unique and one that he created. I'd get the shivers after listening to this story every time he told it. For he repeated this tale many times during my childhood as I have younger siblings and cousins who were introduced this tale.

Little did I know until recently that this story is an urban legend or urban hoax (thanks to snopes.com) that has been passed on throughout history since maybe the 50's. Ah, no matter. The story is a good one that still creeps me out.

Give it a read. I'm curious to know if you've heard of it.

"The most famous cautionary urban legend is the "hook-hand killer" tale. In this story, a young couple on a date drive off to a remote spot to "park." Over the radio, they hear that a psychopath with a hooked hand has escaped from a local mental institution. The girl wants to leave, but her boyfriend insists there's nothing to worry about. After a while, the girl thinks she hears a scratching or tapping sound outside the car. The boyfriend assures her it's nothing, but at her insistence, they eventually drive off. When they get to the girl's house, the boyfriend goes around to the passenger side to open her door. To his horror, there is a bloody hook hanging from the door handle."

Excerpt from How Urban Legends Work
http://people.howstuffworks.com/urban-legend4.htm

7 & 8) Ana & Thea from "The Book Smugglers": Actually Ana has decided that she doesn't have anything as story material from her childhood that could answer this questions, but she has offered a real experience LINK

Thea: I'm a bit of a weird case - I was born in Hawaii and lived there until I was 7, then I moved to Japan and Indonesia. My mom is Filipino and my father is Caucasian, and I am an American citizen. But I've only actually lived in the US (of my adult life) for a few years. So....as you can imagine, I grew up with a lot of different ghosts and monsters! In addition to the usual US monsters (vampires, talking killer dolls, freddy krueger, etc), I had some wonderfully terrifying asian monsters too. There's this Filipino horror movie from my childhood that still stands the test of time (you can rent it on Netflix if you are in the USA! Just be prepared for really crappy sound and subtitles) -Tiyanak. A tiyanak (pronounced "chya-nak") is a changeling demon baby; it pretends to be a normal baby child and cries to get the attention of any passers-by. When someone picks up the poor baby and takes it home, the tiyanak unleashes hell and tears these poor people apart. In the film, this tiyanak mutates into this horrible puppet thing that looks like the fiji mermaid and goes on a killing spree. At the time, I was terrified of it (I was only 5), but even upon a rewatch, I have to admit the puppet is pretty damn good looking!

Another favorite ghost story is that of the Aswang - the Filipino version of a vampire. There are a lot of different versions of the aswang, but in the version that my mother and lola told me, the aswang feeds on blood, flesh, and amniotic fluid. That is, it uses its long, tube-like fangs, inserts them up a sleeping pregnant woman's hoo-ha, and feasts on the fluid and unborn child in the mother's womb. This version of the aswang is also called a "tik-tik" because of the sound it makes while feeding. It has large wings and can fly, and it lurks outside windows to prey on its victims. To protect yourself against aswang, the usual vampire deterrents work - lots of garlic, holy water, rosaries, etc. These are usually placed in windows, along with other protective paraphernalia (such as stingray tails) to stop the aswang from entering the room.

9) Michael from "Only the Best Sci-Fi/Fantasy": Halloween in Germany - Lore, Myths and Monsters

There is no real Halloween tradition in Germany. But we adapted a lot of things from USA in the past years.It is more and more common to see pumpkin and Jack-O'Lantern decorations in late October. Even in the small town where I live, kids started to go trick.or.treating.

There are also Halloween parties and other events. There is a big event in the Rhein-Main-Area: Halloween at Castle Frankenstein. Unfortunately the site is available in German only. But I think the pictures speak for themselves.

Instead of Halloween we celebrate Walpurgis Night (Walpurgisnacht) from 30th April to 1st of May on the Brocken also known as Blocksberg.
The Brocken is the highest peak of the Harz mountain. There witches hold a large celebration and await the arrival of Spring.
"Now to the Brocken the witches ride;
The stubble is gold and the corn is green;
There is the carnival crew to be seen,
And Squire Urianus will come to preside.
So over the valleys our company floats,
With witches a-farting on stinking old goats."

In my childhood we have been scared by several fairy tales recorded by the brothers Grimm.
One example for this is the tale of Hansel and Gretel.

We have a famous legend about a mountain spirit named Rübezahl.

"...Rübezahl, you should know, has the nature of a powerful genius:
capricious, impetuous, peculiar, rascally, crude, immodest, haughty,
vain, fickle, today your warmest friend, tomorrow alien and cold;
...roguish and respectable, stubborn and flexible..."
—Musäus, 1783

As you can imagine people feared him because they never knew in which
mood he was.

In my youth there was only black and white TV available (don't think about my age).
And there have been several movies and TV series which from which I got
really nightmares.

The first one is a movie from 1920 about the Golem in Praha:
"In 16th-century Prague, a Jewish rabbi creates a giant creature from clay,
called the Golem, and using sorcery, brings the creature to life in order to
protect the Jews of Prague from persecution. Unfortunately, his evil assistant
manages to take control of the Golem, and uses it to commit crimes to enrich him,
and finally has it kidnap the rabbi's beautiful daughter.
However, the Golem--which had been given human emotions
by the rabbi--finally rebels against the assistant's misuse of him."

The second one is a movie from 1922 titled Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror.
This is a German vampire horror film.
Count Orlok with his long fingers and nose looked really scary.

And then there was a TV mini series Belphegor: Phantom of the Louvre.
It is about a ghost which haunts the Louvre Museum.
Watch the video in order to get an impression why I found it scary.
It is German dubbed.

10) Adele from "Un:Bound": The UK has many myths, legends and ghost stories as any fan of Most Haunted will know. I live in Leicestershire and the city of Leicester has a fascinating history with Anglo Saxon and Roman ruins still visible in the City itself. Richard III was buried here and the City has a Cathedral alongside many churches and buildings from different periods of history. Ghost walks are carried out through the City so here is one of my favourite stories from the area.

Bradgate Park in Leicestershire was the childhood home of Lady Jane Grey. Lady Jane was a made Queen in 1553. She remained Monarch for only 9 days and the following year was executed at age 16.

The tragic young queen is rumoured to haunt the park, sometimes, in a horse drawn carraige that moves down the path between the church and the ruins of her childhood home particularly on Christmas eve. If you wander up to Bradgate in the mist, with the hill rising above you it is easy to imagine you see her figure slipping among the ruins.

“Hellbound Hollywood” by Mick Garris, Pages 14: In a dark and twisted way this I found this story quite captivating and entertaining. The reader is introduced to the unsavory former film genius James, who is trying scrape together the remaining pieces of his reputation from his glorious days, when he enjoyed pleasures unsavory even for the sin infested movie industry. As he is scouting an abandoned and supposedly haunted house for a horror movie he meets with a Cenobite and perishes in a particularly cruel manner. I can say that this is not for those, who are grossed out easily, because the Cenobite is grotesque and is described in the smallest details. I have to give it to Garris though, because he managed to mix the uncomfortable with the sensual and erotic.

“Mechanisms” by Christopher Golden & Mike Mignola, Pages 25: One of the longer pieces in the anthology has to offer a lot in atmosphere. Gore-free and Cenobite-absent “Mechanisms” evokes authentic gothic ghost stories. Colin Radford is the protagonist as he returns from his studies at Oxford to search for his missing father in his desolate and haunted looking family house. Search parties have born no results and the only clue to his father’s disappearance is the strange machine left in the basement. Dread, paranoia and hollow still panic billow as the mystery progresses and the puzzle of the machine and the strange nocturne noises it produces unravels. Definitely a chiller, especially if you take into account the black and white illustrations by Mike Mignola, which are very fitting for the tone of the narrative.

“Every Wrong Turn” by Tim Lebbon, Pages 14: This one certainly counts as my favorite for a wide array of reasons. For starters it explores the ancient struggles that come with the human moral system as it counterbalances primal and dark urges and desires. Conscience and guilt face the temptation of the forbidden fruit and indulgence in and explicit sensations from the most obscene acts. The protagonist knows he is a monster, but knowledge is not acceptance and in his attempts to punish himself by finding the center of a haunted with the spirits of his past labyrinth, the Gardener has a different punishment in mind. Humans are known for their sadism as well as their charity and kindness and this story explores our dark nature that seems to be spinning out of control in this day and age.

To conclude this first Halloween Week Day I have something funny for you guys. Me and the girls from over The Book Smugglers have became a sort of unholy trinity. Members include Zombie Thea, Ninja Ana and Harrymonster, though I prefer to be the maniac with the chainsaw. In the spirit of goofing off every once in awhile I have asked the girls questions with no intellectual value whatsoever. The result:

Harry: Girls, I have this major sweet tooth and can virtually devour tons of sugar containing edible products, while watching a movie. Different movies deserve different sweets. Do you have a candy policy concerning horror movies? What's your saccharine poison during a horror flick?

Ana: I don’t watch many horror movies but as a rule my favourite movie treat are chocolate covered raisins. NOM NOM NOM.

Thea: I actually am missing a sweet tooth! I don't like sugary stuff much at all. BUT throw a bag of chips in front of me, and I will eat them all. I suppose my horror snack of choice has to be classic popcorn. With a large diet coke.

Harry: It's the end of the world, kay? *pause for the grave gravity of the situation* And everyone is in for the grabs. All of a sudden Satan catches Cthulhu making a pass on US land. A death match follows. Who will win?

Ana: What in the world is a Cthullu??? Yes, I am an ignoramus when it comes to horror okay? Don’t judge me. Is it not enough that the world is about to end?

Thea: Neither. Satan summons his demonic minions to hold down Cthulhu's tentacled squid face while he attempts to fry the unspeakable monster, but to no avail! His demonic brimstone fire is put out by the rising seas, and it appears that Cthulhu has the advantage. As the monster grabs Satan in its deathly vice, the devil's able to ram his pitchfork into Cthulhu, decapitating the monster. Both Satan and Cthulhu sink into the abyss, and the world is saved!

At least...temporarily.

Harry: Let's imagine that you are plagued/gravely wounded/dying/dead and since it's Halloween and weird shit happens all around, you get a second chance as supernaturally life impaired. What critter would you like to be? Zombie, vamp, ghoul, strict librarian... etc. etc. etc

Ana: My first thought was for Vamp but I don’t think I would dig the whole drinking blood/not seeing the sun thing. I don’t want to be a zombie either because they are gross and ghosts are too…untouchable for my tastes. Since it’s Halloween and anything can happen can I become a shape shifting creature that causes havoc all over the world by impersonating famous people? WHAT? Don’t judge me. Isn’t it enough that I just died?

Thea: Hmm, zombies would be an obvious choice, but they are too dim and easy to kill - err, re-kill. I think I'd go for a werewolf/shapeshifter of some sort. Like Ana, I like the sun too much to abstain completely and I like meat too much to subsist entirely on blood. So, man-eating werewolf it is! I get the perks of zombiism (BRAAAAINS), PLUS supernatural strength and the ability to reason, PLUS I can still suntan if I so desire.

Harry: Again let's pretend you are dangerous, sexy, aluring, smart [not much deviation from real life here, huh?] and also gifted in witchcraft. What spells would you be most addicted to casting and please avoid 'to order my books' and 'schedule my blog posts faster'? I want Belatrix Lestrange femme fatale!

Ana: hummm I love Belatrix! If I were a witch, I am 100% sure I would be addicted to teleporting. I would never take the stairs again or drive anywhere or take the tube or walk down the road to get milk. Oh, my life would be bliss! Plus with the time saved with commuting/going up and down the stairs I would be able to read more. What? You knew I would mention reading and “books” somehow didn’t you?

Thea: LOL! Well, ordering books and scheduling posts or writing reviews in the blink of an eye would be fabulous spells, but I think I want something more flashy for my magic. Hmm, I think a good ol' "Never Worry About Money/Time/Working EVER AGAIN" spell would come in handy. You know, so I could spend all my time reading, watching movies, blogging, etc.

On a more sassy note, I think I'd get a kick outta transmorgifying things. You know, turning people into newts and such. That could be addictive.

Harry: In which horror movie would you like to be a protagonist and what kind of protagonist would you like to be. Give me details and there is no limit to answers. You can be a chimp with a laser sword in Night of the Walking Dead for all I care.

Ana: I thought about this question for a long, long time. And I always came back to the same answer: hell, noes. I don’t want to be in a horror movie ever. OMG the horror! The fear! I don’t think I can master the strength or the courage to be in one, even if I manage to write myself as a kick-ass Ripley kind of protagonist. UNLESS Gerard Butler is in it, and I am the heroine he needs to rescue with his manly arms and kiss me till I swoon. I know, not very feminist but is Gerard Butler so yeah…don’t judge me?

Thea: Oh man, no question - I would want to star in my own zombie-film mashup. Cast me with the badassness factor of Alice from the Resident Evil films, in a Romero-cum-Zach Snyder/Danny Boyle zombie apocalypse film, where I get to stave off the undead with my handy rifle, machetes, and....what the heck, gimme a lightsaber too.

And to cap it all off, once the earth has been overrun by zombies, I and a few lucky survivors create a superluminal warp drive and get on a spaceship and boldly set out for a new planet to call home. With The Force to guide us (you know, to a galaxy far, far away)...