Blessed White Eyesore

Out on the 4th of July. "An uncanny heart beats between the pages of this beautifully crafted book. Beguiling, chilling and profoundly disorientating, something terrifying and ancient stirs in this story of friendship, love and loyalty set against the all-pervading grief and loss of the Great War." - Lucie McKnight Hardy

Issue three is available for pre-order now. A Feast of Houses – R.L. Summerling Origins Unknown – Rym Kechacha The Woodshed at The End of The World – E. Saxey The Conversion – Tim Cooke The Ruins Above Tell Brak – George Jacobs Clean Up – Aliya Whiteley

Montague Summers, vampire enthusiast and enjoyer of a good buckled shoe, is patron saint of CloisterFox zine. We're selling enamel pins of his favourite phrase, "Tell me strange things", to fund the project. Get yours!

And just like that, we cleared the £1000 mark!

Tell me things I don’t know. Tell me the dreams you can’t forget. Tell me strange things. I’m launching CloisterFox, a bi-annual zine of British strange fiction. Every six months, I aim to release a zine of six captivating, genre-bending short stories in an A5 perfect bound volume, richly illustrated, ideal for throwing in your bag.  I want to publish stories that creep uninvited along quiet corridors. Stories missed by shoppers hurrying by. Secrets, miracles, universes behind locked tenement doors. Ghosts and gallows. The dress in the attic as seen through a haze of neon. But I need your help. Back the Indiegogo and help me get this thing off the ground. I have zines (digital and physical), enamel pins, and professional story critiques up for grabs.

Get yours: http://ko-fi.com/s/4b66650e67

It’s here! Out Of The Darkness, a collection of horror and dark fantasy. I’m so proud to be a part of this anthology in aid of Together For Mental Wellbeing. It’s such a beautiful book (my first time in hardback!). All royalties will continue to go to the charity, so if you missed the fundraising campaign, there’s still time to grab a paperback or an ebook.

Let's play. Pop a tip in my jar and I’ll make you a minor patron saint*. *Sainthoods may not be redeemable at the Vatican. http://ko-fi.com/verityholloway Minor patron saints so far... Simon is patron saint of the tin of soup at the back of gran’s cupboard. Cream of beef and biscuit crumb. That’s where she hides the money. Betty is patron saint of the funny little furniture shop just off the high street that always has a sale on. You need an armchair but you leave with a map of Snæfellsjökull and a shovel. “If you find the chest,” the owner tells you, “the contents are yours.” Xavier, patron saint of that black-and-white movie you saw once, but can't quite remember. There was a casino, I think? And the heroine lived on a boat with a parakeet named Bogart. It was amazing. Will is patron saint of The Thing that lives under pub carpets, the really bright ones like migraine auras. Where do they come from, even? Anyway, The Thing loves them and wants a pint.

8tracks: Dutiful Daughters by blessedwhiteeyesore. “I am writing a little of this up on the morning before the death. I felt very excited and 'The night before Christmasish' last night. I did not have pleasant dreams."

Now on iBooks. Saint Silvan is a miracle. Since he died two-thousand years ago, not one atom of his beautiful body has succumbed to the natural decay of the flesh. But the planet is not so fortunate. In a small church in Dubrovnik, Silvan lies in state for the veneration of the faithful while nation after nation succumbs to the rising tides of climate change. When an immortal dandy calling himself Az offers Silvan a job boosting humanity's morale by prettifying the revered dead, Silvan is eager to offer his talents, unaware that someone may be playing him for a holy fool. From Imperial Rome to Soviet Russia, Silvan crosses the worlds of the living and the dead to uncover his past and divine his future in a dying world. This is a story of magic and makeup, crypts and clownfish.

To the Moon by Giacomo Leopardi

Depeche Mode. NIN. Gary Numan.