No more new editions or revisions (at least for a while, I hope). This is the ultimate edition. I hope you enjoy.
What’s inside this volume 2?
The celebrations for Imbolc are approaching. Everything seems back to the usual routine of Middletown, but that means a new terrible creature is ready to bring death and fear among the people.
This time both the Knights of Solomon and the Sons of Hecate will be affected closely, and will have to choose between the lives of their brethren and the safety of the city.
LADY OF HELL
Beltane, the fourth Sabbat, the return of the light, Asher’s birthday.
The spring is being a litte too hot in Middletown and a thick fog is spreading from the river.
Something big is about to happen.
Mybe there is a way to lift he curse of Middletown. But at what cost?
I’ve been quite absent on this blog lately. I was just thinking about the future and I’m currently writing on two different projects, so I need to set my priorities.
Some changes will happen to Wade Books in general, because, as always, change is the only constant.
Today I’m going to open the horizon and move away for a little from horror while bringing home this Fantasy novella that’s really dear to my heart. From now on, my “sister” Dominique Bisset will be a new crew member in our sailing on stranger tides.
I hope you enjoy this story too. But let’s see what’s all about!
Under the Menhir by Dominique Bisset
“An ancient Breton legend says that when someone dies, the Menhir sinks a little bit. When it will be totally buried, the world will come to its end.”
Jean has run away from Italy, with an old postcard in his hand, depicting the Menhir du Champ-Dolent. Coming to Brittany to start anew, he will find himself in the middle of a fight that goes on since the beginning of times.
An Irish man with an eyepatch claiming to be his brother, a circle of druidesses guarding the ancient stone, and a mysterious woman who bears the weight of an unforgiving fate.
A fantasy story born in the cradle of the Megalithic Culture, passing through the Celtic tradition, until the present day France.
This has been around for a while, but yesterday I realized something and I had to write it down.
The original creepypasta is this:
It has been reported that some victims of torture, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not wake up. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren’t being tortured. The only way that they realized they needed to wake up was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to wake up. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and please wake up.
The thing I noticed is that more than once I’ve written in my stories things like “this is not like the movies” or “life is not a fairytale“, and it’s been like a theme, and sometimes I think that my purpose is right there, it’s me passing a note to you while you’re reading something that brings you to another world, and you suspend your disbelief, and then you find a line that tells you that you need to wake up, that it’s not real, that you can dream as much as you want but in the end, you have to wake up and face your real fears.
And i know this kind of goes against all the “writing rules”, because people read just not to think to their grim reality, but that’s how you end up stuck in your own fantasy, and you stop seeing things for what they are, and then you start lying to yourself and to everyone else, you invent a narrative that suits your beliefs and refuse to see the things for what they are. And this is when you need to read that note, the one that says, shit happens and you have to face it, you can’t run away forever.
Many times in my life I heard people saying, why do you watch those awful things? Why do you like things so bloody and gory? Violence is a bad thing, who likes horror must be some kind of psycho, and so on.
I’ve a few friends who like and write horror fiction and I assure you they are totally nice people. I won’t say normal because who’s normal these days?
Honestly I’m more concerned about people who are very negative towards the genre, it always turns on all my inner alarms and makes me be very careful in dealing with them. Why? Because I don’t trust people that are not able to discern between fiction and reality, and take everything too seriously.
I think we’ve become too sensitive on a lot of matters. Everything seems to be considered offensive and aggressive nowadays. Even written words and made-up stories.
I cringe every time I see someone who wants to ban something, a picture, a book, an idea. That scares me more than any ghost or werewolf in any horror story.
This is my reason why I need the horror genre.
I need a way out. I need a breath of fresh air from a society that has become suffocating. I need violence and blood and death or all this fake goodness will make me crazy.
Have you ever noticed how the creepiest villains are those who think strongly of being virtuous? Because in the end, evil people are not evil for the sake of it. They really believe they’re doing what’s best.
And moreover, some of the most horrible things that happen to people, like accidents, illness, natural disasters, are not evil at all. They’re just fortuity, things that happen for no reason. And we need to know that. Death is a part of life, and we can try to trick it, or pretend it doesn’t exists. But in the end it comes for everyone.
And the horror genre reminds you of that, it tells you that bad things happen and you have to deal with them, like it or not.
It reminds you that your laws, your ethics and moral are just arbitrary constructions, and every light has its shadow.
I’m already late, because I live in a different time zone and I’ve been asleep for the last eight hours (it happens when you’re human). I usually don’t keep a memo on the birthdays of writers and other famous people but when I saw the news I just jumped in.
George Orwell was born on June 25, 103 years ago. Wow, time flies. And we’re still here to talk about him and his books.
1984 is one of my darlings. It’s a tough book, some parts really need you to concentrate and some others punch you in the guts and break your heart.
I also read Animal Farm (though I’m not fond of stories with “talking animals” even if they’re not the Disney kind), it’s one of those things that you just have to do, yet 1984 remains my favorite.
What it’s about, I think everyone should know by now. If you don’t know, please go read at least the wiki page, it’s important, it’s part of our history. It was written in 1948, right after World War II, one of the darkest moments of our civilization. I think the history of the first half of XX century in Europe is pure nightmare fuel, and that’s why we need this kind of books, because history reapeats itself and if we forget, we end up making the same mistakes over and over again.
It’s also a must read for people who would like to write some serious “distopic” fiction, which it’s not a teenage romance set in the future (just saying, write what you want, but that’s not my cup of tea).
Actually I can’t see a reason why someone shouldn’t read this book, so just go get your copy now. The Big Brother is watching.
The Sumerians are considered to be the most ancient civilized people in history.
They settled in Mesopotamia (modern Iraq) from the Early Bronze Age, ca. 4000 BC, to 1500 AC when they was wiped away (or most likely absorbed) by Babylonian culture, even if the Sumerian language remained as a sacred language and was still used until the 1st century.
The great thing about Sumerians is that they basically invented two of the most important things in human civilization: cities and writing.
In fact they called their land “Ki-en-gir” meaning “land of civilized kings”, the term “Sumer” was actually from Akkadian language. Also they called themselves “sag-giga” meaning “black-headed people”. It is not quite sure where they came from but they weren’t a Semitic population.
Mesopotamia was a fertile land thanks to the two big rivers Tigris and Euphrates and it was the cradle of civilization for different populations beside Sumerians, such as Akkadians, Assyrians and Babylonians.
One of the main activities of Sumerians was agriculture and, in order to do so, they built a complex network of canals for irrigation or navigation.
They also were very much into pottery, and they loved to make jewels, statues, music and fancy dresses made of wool, leather or cloth.
The land was organized in several big city-states, independent and ruled by a king or a priest (the matter here seems quite complicated).
The population lived in squared houses made of mudbriks (a mixture of loam, mud, sand and water with a binding material such as rice husks or straw) with a flat roof where they sometime went to sleep in hot nights (very comfy!). And then they buried their dead under the floor (very disturbing!).
In the cities there was also a big temple and palaces for deities and important peoples; some of this constructions are called Ziggurat and have the shape of a step pyramid.
Sumerians were quite the religious nuts, since every aspect of their life was tied with religion, and they also loved to write poems about their deities.
My favorite, if we could say so, was Goddess Inanna (later known as Ishtar) who had some creepy adventure. She descended to the netherworld to visit her sister and a lot of nasty things happened.
Someday I’d like to write more about the subject, so for now I won’t spoil anything, it’s worth the wait. Or, in the meantime, you could check some of the free resources out there.