Madame Gray Creeps Into Computer Cave Mailbox

And it is here!

MADAME GRAY’S CREEP SHOW that is (see October 28, et al.), landed in the Computer Cave mailbox earlyish this afternoon. We remember, don’t we, to be a book of (to quote the original call) well-written, spine-tingling tales of horror infused with black humor (gallows humor)?

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And my story in this, long a favorite of mine of sorts, but one which for some reason (poor taste, by any chance?) was doomed to languish for many years before Madame Gray finally agreed to take it in, a tale of a newly dead man titled “Wormbreath.” Or maybe not precisely unsold for that many years, it actually having been accepted on one of its earlyest trips out, but to a journal which promptly folded before it could be published. In other words, “The Writing Life,” right?

And thus an earlier story of mine, maybe a smidge crude in style, but one that at last can now be read! One of twenty-three stories in 408 pages (in paperback form) which, to see for oneself, may be checked out here.