Head over to Cast of Wonders to listen to an outstanding narration of "This Is Not My Adventure" (which first appeared in Uncanny). I've also listed it on my Bibliography to ensure it's easy to find. ...
This Mythos story, updated and modernized to include a deity of the Mexica Empire as one of Azathoth's masks and the study of the Higgs-Boson Particle as his vehicle for awakening was such a strange and unsettling story that also was a blast to narrate. Kudos to Silvia Moreno-Garcia for her translation work on this piece. The story was released today in Escape Pod #776. Give it a listen, and if you like what you heard, check out Nelly Geraldine García-Rosas other stories. ...
As of today, I'm excited to announce I'll be the third host for the Podside Picnic podcast. My discussions about Crap Books have been a blast to do, and I hope to bring that same level of fun to other areas of the podcast. I'd like to bring on current science fiction and fantasy authors who've written shorter works as guests, as well as other activities that are tangential to science fiction and fantasy. There's also a series of other exciting stuff we have planned and can't wait to share some of these projects with you when the time comes. Keep in mind that If you have a suggestion or something they feel we've missed that they'd like to see featured on Podside Picnic, the best way to let us know is by joining the Patreon, but otherwise, feel free to comment or contact me here. Until next time! ...
In which Pete and I go work our way through the stages of grief, and finally reach acceptance that we've been Xanthed. Listen in for a wide-ranging discussion about self-selected Florida Man, Piers Anthony, and his best-known (and oh-so-craptastic) works. Oh, and we manage to fit in some A Spell For Chameleon talk, too! https://soundcloud.com/user-733327042/episode-84-crap-books-iv-a-spell-for-chameleon-ft-karlo-yeager-rodriguez ...
What if I told you there was a world before this one you know, a world ever dark and cold, where cold water drip-drip-drips down into lightless depths. . . A world usurped by this one, full of sunlight and the wind tousling the grasses, and resentful of losing its place. A world that sends its inhabitants squirming up out of the depths, throngs twisted by their hatred of us living above, all waiting just on the far side of our cellars and between our walls for their moment to strike. . . Recently, I heard of a gaming supplement called The Veins of the Earth, which sounded like a re-imagining of the now-tired idea of The Underdark (I'd offer my apologies to R. A. Salvatore, but I never got around to reading his books detailing Menzoberranzan and drow culture). Veins of the Earth does what many works do when they...