“Look at this,” Hammond nodded down the road from where we were parked. A vintage black Jaguar purred as it rolled to a stop in front of the bistro down the street. From our vantage, […]
Tag: Feast of Shadows
(Fiction) The House
The house hadn’t always been a house. It had been a house first, but then it was a train station. It was probably more things between. After being a train station, it was abandoned. After […]
(Fiction) Once of Grace and Beauty
There once was a girl of grace and beauty who lived in a grand old house full of marble and gold with an army of servants who dressed her and fed her and shooed her […]
(Fiction) Tilting the Rings True
Despite that many of them were schooled as Masons, a secret society steeped in the occult, the Founding Fathers envisioned an unspoiled continent, freed of old encumbrances—not just taxes but the arcane and complex practices […]
(Fiction) No one called it murder
No one called it murder. No one used words like “dead” or “body” or anything that might’ve implied prior humanity. The incident report, which stuttered out of an archaic fax machine just after 3:00 on […]
(Fiction) A murder in broad daylight
29Sep I recorded his instructions on my phone. I’d intended to transcribe them later, if only for handy reference, but work intervened. I spent the next few days on a murder. Not all of them […]
(Art) The Trances of Hilma af Klint
The Guggenheim in New York is running a major retrospective on Hilma af Klint through early 2019. I discovered her only recently as I was doing research for my forthcoming occult mystery, FEAST OF SHADOWS. […]
