The Alchemy Press Book of Horrors is now available to pre-order. The book will be launched at this year’s FantasyCon and then will be on general sale on 1st November. Available from Amazon and other online booksellers.
Twenty-five tales of horror and the weird, stories that encapsulate the dark, the desolate and the downright creepy. Stories that will send that quiver of anticipation and dread down your spine and stay with you long after the lights have gone out.
Who is Len Binn, a comedian or…? What secrets are locked away in Le Trénébreuse? The deadline for what? Who are the little people, the garbage men, the peelers? What lies behind the masks? And what horrors are found down along the backroads?
Check out the book’s page to see who are the 25 writers.
Evocations by James Brogden has been reviewed on the SF Crowsnest website:
These and the other stories in this book give a taste of what Brogden can achieve. He is at his best when the story has a horrific element but for those wondering what else he can do, the last piece here is an extract from his novel Tourmaline.
You can read the fall review here or visit the book’s page here.
There was an avalanche of stories submitted to The Alchemy Press Book of Horrors – especially in the final month of the submission’s window. To be honest, we didn’t expect to receive around 310 manuscripts seeking a home in this anthology. We were worried that we’d have too few submissions.
We read the stories as soon as possible after receiving them (but as indicated, January was a particularly busy month), maintaining a database of comments in order to narrow down to a shortlist.
Yet we managed it quickly – and then the shortlist itself needed to be pruned, and even so we couldn’t cut back to the original idea: an anthology containing a dozen stories. So we succumbed and settled on 25 stories. Without further ado, in alphabetical order (alphabetically by first name that is!), here’s what you’ll be reading in the latter part of 2018.
Adrian Cole: Broken Billy
Cate Gardner: The Fullness of Her Belly
Debbie Bennett: The Fairest of them all
Gail-Nina Anderson: An Eye for a Plastic Eye
Gary McMahon: Guising
James Brogden: The Trade-Up
Jenny Barber: Down Along the Backroads
John Grant: Too Late
Keris McDonald: Remember, Remember
Madhvi Ramani: Teufelsberg
Marie O’Regan: Pretty Things
Marion Pitman: The Apple Tree
Mike Chinn: Her Favourite Place
Peter Sutton: Masks
Phil Sloman: The Girl with Three Eyes
Ralph Robert Moore: Peelers
Ramsey Campbell: Some Kind of a Laugh
Ray Cluley: Bluey
Samantha Lee: The Worm
Stan Nicholls: Deadline
Stephen Laws: Get Worse Soon
Storm Constantine: La Tenebreuse
Suzanne Barbieri: In the Rough
Tina Rath: Little People
Tony Richards: The Garbage Men
In addition, the book will be garnished with a range of Jim Pitt illustrations. We aim to make this book one you’ll treasure.
Alchemy Press contributor James Brogden’s new novel Hekla’s Children has hit the bookshelves. It is a truly remarkable novel — you can read my review of it on the Piper at the Gates of Fantasy blog.
To celebrate the publication of the novel we are offering twelve copies of James’ short story collection Evocations (published by The Alchemy Press) free to the first six people who email by midnight today (Friday) and to another six who email us by midnight tomorrow (Saturday) — UK time — and please use this contact form with the subject EVOCATIONS. Remember to specify if you want MOBI or EPUB format.
Here is a round up of Alchemy Press collections. As you can tell from the range of anthologies and collections we’ve published, we are a great fan of short fiction. Click on the image for further information on each title.
The Midas Scorpion was an assassin’s tool of the Elder World, from a time long before there were distinctions between magic and machine, or life and art, or death and love. It was made of gold, finely articulated, with a single bead of poison still on the tip of its sting and its ruby eyes still glittering with mindless evil, even though it lay dead and flayed open on John Whelan’s work desk. The haphazard scattering of its eviscerated remains testified to his last moments of panic as he’d unsuccessfully looked for the secret of curing its poison, but Whelan was no longer in his workshop. He was upstairs in the little bedroom above the little shop which he and his wife Mary owned in Birmingham’s Jewellery Quarter; watching her die.