Why should you read #crimsonthreads?

Each book is chocked full about what about horror. Not just scares, gore, and dreadful moments. It tackles the human condition through inhumane circumstances. Horror is where the evil and conflict of daily life becomes a tangible thing we can TEvlFHtnJZ

#horror #horrorbooks #urbanfantasy #darkfantasy

It continues

One side benefit of the new Godzilla movie discourse?

More Godzilla on the timeline!

With all the discourse going on with what men want to read, I'll just say this.

I wrote Hydra's Wake because I couldn't find anything new that felt like an actual creature feature. (You know, Alien, Predator, Tremors, Godzilla, 50's giant bug movies, and so on)
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Think you know your ghost stories? Think again.

In Psychopomps, a haunting mystery takes a deadly turn when something far worse than a restless spirit emerges from the shadows.

A modern Gothic horror tale where death is only the beginning.

#HorrorBooks #IndieHorror

Psychopomps
amazon.com/dp/B0CW1FVJ1R/

Got Kaiju?

One reason I love Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter is its exploration of guilt, hypocrisy, and religious persecution. Hester breaks society's rules, but are those who punish her any more virtuous? Sometimes the worst monsters are those convinced of their own righteousness.

Roger Chillingworth from The Scarlet Letter inspired a habit I've carried into my own writing: giving characters names that hint at their nature. Throughout my Crimson Threads series, I've hidden meanings and literary references in names. Some are obvious. Others? Not so much. 😉

CTHULHU RISING Necronomicon Fragment larp Lovecraft monster outsider dark art etsy.me/489FZQ4 via @Etsy

Mouse knight!

#characterdesign #fantasyart #fantasy

Your #writing word of the day:

DRECK

How are you going to use it?

Using it to describe your own writing is unacceptable

You crack me up...
These cracked dolls don’t find it funny at all—quite the opposite...
Dont crack them up unless you want to end up death.

The witching hour draws nigh, let us bolt our doors and hang what petty talismans we possess from them as we prepare for fretful slumber. But first, let us meditate upon lost Carcosa with the mystic @moosematson as our guide.

TL;DR warning on an old topic I think about a lot.

Wife and I hit 33 years in 4 weeks. Some days it feels like we're the lone, old hemlock still standing in a field of cut stumps. We know so many people who've split. Like there is a clock ticking on everybody's relationships and for whatever reason our clock hasn't run out just yet. ⏲️

So, if I have learned one thing along the way it's that there is no such place as WE MADE IT. There is only WE'VE MADE IT THIS FAR. 🤞

I've said several times before on this app that I am tired of people advertising their "perfect" marriages. If all these marriages were so perfect we'd not later witness so much divorce. ☠️

I would prefer instead to see more people being real about their relationships. I think we don't show the young the truth nearly enough. And it's part of why they struggle so much when they're newly in it because it's not what they expected nor hoped. Sometimes shockingly so. 🫣

I think prospective newlywed kids need to be told that surviving the rocky shoals is more important than periods of smooth sailing. Because nobody breaks up over fair seas. Nice when you can get it, sure. But it won't be what defines your marriage. It's the hard shit that counts. ⛈️

We also need to tell them getting married is not the summit of the mountain. Merely the trailhead. And there's long miles in store. With amazing scenery. Fantastic moments of grandeur. Also, terrifying moments when it seems like you might plunge off precipices. Beset by wind, rain, and snow. But as you hike you will become someone better. Stronger. Different. 🏞️

And as each of you journey together you must decide jointly along the road that the marriage is more important than whatever wedge(s) has driven itself into your relationship. Might seem like your spouse's problem. Might be your problem. Might be nobody's problem at all, but still a problem which must be solved? You're just dealing with curveballs coming as they're thrown at you. Unavoidable in *any* marriage longer than a few years. ⚾️

I would lastly tell the kids there is no such thing as a perfect fit. Stop endlessly waiting for that magically compatible person. (S)he does not exist. But I do believe in very imperfect people striving to form a whole from two different halves. A sum greater than its parts. I trust that this is part of God's plan to grow us beyond ourselves. To push us toward becoming what we're eternally meant to be. 🙏

Is that romantic? Not by modern standards, no. 💔

But modern standards have given us 50% divorce. 💀

Clearly, we can either keep hoping for what's not going to be real, or we can deal with what's real and make the most of it. I think our grandparents and great-grandparents understood this. I believe the job of Gen X, Millennials, Gen Z, et al., is to re-learn. 🤓

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Cursed the ground where dead thoughts live new and oddly bodied, and evil the mind that is held by no head. Wisely did Ibn Schacabac say, that happy is the tomb where no wizard hath lain, and happy the town at night whose wizards are all ashes.
H.P. Lovecraft, The Festival

DnD commission I did awhile ago

Around the great room, on the inner side, ran columns in better state of preservation. On each of these columns was a flat pedestal, and some dim instinctive memory vaguely resurrected a shadowy scene wherein black drums roared madly, and on these pedestals monstrous beings inexplicable rituals rooted in the black dawn of the universe.

There was no altar—only the mouth of a great well-like shaft in the stone floor, with strange obscene carvings all about the rim. I tore great pieces of stone from the rotting floor and cast them down the shaft which slanted down into utter darkness. I heard them bound along the side, but I did not hear them strike bottom. I cast down stone after stone, each with a searing curse, and at last I heard a sound that was not the dwindling rumble of the falling stones. Up from the well floated a weird demon-piping that was a symphony of madness. Far down in the darkness I glimpsed the faint fearful glimmering of a vast white bulk.
Robert E. Howard, The Valley of the Worm