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‘The Unquiet House’ by Alison Littlewood – a review by Jeanette Greaves

Alison Littlewood is a modern writer of classic horror, and in ‘The Unquiet House’ she portrays a growing menace, a lurking evil that has poisoned lives through several generations. Mire House was built to be a place of love, a … Continue reading

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Daughter of the Blood, by Anne Bishop – a review.

For some, it’s the moment you walk out of customs in a foreign airport. For others, it’s the studio signature music that heralds the start of a film. For me, it’s the slow turn of the page, the march of … Continue reading

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Interview with the Changeling’s Wife

Interview with Helen Ransome.  19th September 2035. By Sangita Ifors SI “Mrs Ransome, thank you for agreeing to this interview.” HR “You’re welcome. Would you like tea and cake? John and Anthony had a midnight baking competition last night and … Continue reading

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Interview with the Changeling.

Interview with Andy Ransome, 17th September 2035. By Sangita Ifors SI “Mr Ransome, thank you for agreeing to this interview.” AR “Ms Ifors, you’re welcome. Can we drop this Mr / Ms stuff before it gets boring?” SI “Sure. Andy?” … Continue reading

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Interview with the Werewolf

Interview with John Preston 13th September 2035. By Sangita Ifors SI – Thank you for agreeing to the interview. JP – Hey, I love what you do. I think I’ve read all your books, and I subscribe to your blog. … Continue reading

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The Little Cat Who Wasn’t There

The tale of the little cat who wasn’t there started in January. We were mourning Lulu, who had been put to sleep. She’d been my feline friend since my mother brought her home in a tatty wicker basket lined with … Continue reading

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Bad Zombie

“You stink, y’know?” Max stirred, rattled his chains, and gave me that big gormless look that used to be an in joke between us. These days it was real, the boy didn’t have a gorm in his body. I was … Continue reading

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