“Nothing Is Over! Nothing!”

Nightscript, Vol. VI and Oculus Sinister: An Anthology of Occular Horror

Of course I’m referring to the continued aura of autumn and the lingering essence of Halloween.  As such, I’ve gratefully received copies of C.M. Muller’s annual installment Nightscript (this season marking volume six) and Oculus Sinister:  An Anthology of Ocular Horror (both published under Chthonic Matter).

And though I’m eager to wade into these tales, this post is more of a celebration of C.M. Muller’s continued (and inexhaustible) dedication to quality, integrity, and professionalism.  Having had some kindred proximity to this writer, editor, and publisher since 2013, Muller continues to produce products that are dependable in their high-quality content, and reflect a tangible and durable aesthetic.  It’s comforting to have those spines lining my shelves, but it’s also rewarding to recognize, on those pages, the names of so many dependable practitioners on contemporary fiction, many of which are genuine, personal inspirations.  

So come on: Give this Scrivener some support by snatching up a volume or three at woefully reasonable prices:

Them Bones

Heading into an extended weekend, received an encouraging endorsement from the inimitable Mike Davis with the Lovecraft eZine. Mike has a keen calibration on the contemporary pulse of fiction, which makes his shoutout even more gratifying:

“Only a few stories in,” wrote Mike, “but so far The Skeleton Melodies…is fantastic.” He goes on to mention some of my own literary heroes (Klein, Langan, Barron) who supplied some (inconceivably) generous sentiments.

In truth, the pride I possess for this collection is eclipsed by my gratitude and obligation to those who contributed a sentiment to the stories in this book: