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The Sacrum Out Of Space

"In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming..."

“In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming…”

Late one stormy night, while I solaced my troubles with grain alcohol, perched in my ivory tower, I thought to quiet my raging mind with some harmless Hellenistic architectural draftsmanship. Hardly had I put quill to paper before I felt an inhuman intelligence seize my right hand and compel me to scrawl against my will. Visions of strange landscapes filled my brain unlike any to be seen on this earthly sphere, planes without surfaces, an alien geometry embodied in rules no human mind could decipher, bizarre pyramids and inverted ziggurats devoted to the worship of foreign gods exiled to the furthest reaches of outer space multitudes of millions of eons before man’s fishy ancestors struggled out of a lukewarm sea onto the hot, stinking sand. And the mind made me draw that horror.

Or is it just that I still can’t draw worth beans?  You decide!

“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.”  Or, have a nice day.


I had absolutely nothing to do with this.

I had absolutely nothing to do with this.


The H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society:

Yellow Sky Sun God Sacrifice

If you're curious, the Latin translates to "If you can read this, you're too close."

                                If you’re curious, the Latin translates to “If you can read this, you’re too close.”


Yellow has always been one of my favorite colors. I’m told it drives many people nuts. Chacun a son gout. Let’s just say, even though it’s still really early in the year, that I wish everyone a Hairy Mithras.

Review: “News Of The World” by Paulette Jiles

In News Of The World, Captain Kidd, an elderly ex-printer, ekes out a living in 1870 Texas by drifting along the frontier on horseback from tiny town to tiny town, where he gives readings from newspapers of current events to the unlettered and curious for a dime apiece. Kidd is a wonderful character, believable and realistic even with his colorful and distinctive past. He’s an interesting combination of failings and strengths, ornery, well preserved for his time and day although aware of his growing weakness, with a natural authority derived from his age, strong voice, and strength of personality.

A Kiowa captive, Johanna, enters Kidd’s rather aimless life, rescued from captivity for a few blankets, but still completely acculturated in Native ways and utterly resistant to returning to what remains of her German family, her parents having been massacred in a raid. Given the princely sum of fifty dollars in gold (an almost unimaginable amount in those cash starved times), Kidd reluctantly agrees to convey Johanna back to her family in the Texas Hill Country. Their odyssey over rough,  bandit haunted roads is fascinating. Jiles skillfully allows the rapport to slowly build up between Kidd and Johanna. As they develop a close, familial bond through many misadventures and moments of extreme danger, the reader comes to empathize deeply with them and care about their fates. I freely admit I was reluctant to finish the book for fear they would come to a bad, unhappy end. I won’t spoil anything for anyone, but I found the novel’s conclusion  very satisfying emotionally and literarily.

This is not just that rare, modern thing, a good Western; it’s also a beautiful novel purely in terms of form. Jiles writes like a dream. With great economy, she evokes Texas shortly after the Civil War, with its poverty, violence, racism, and most of all the stark juxtaposition between encroaching Anglo civilization and the still vast, savage frontier. News seems to be a big success, both critically and commercially. The book deserves all of it. A film will probably be made based on the book’s success.  Captain Kidd seems to have been written specifically with Jeff Bridges in mind and this is the sort of part he could play in his sleep. I hope the film is a big success and leads to a Western movie renaissance, but wretched old fools like me always hope for things like that. I recommend this book to anyone interested in Westerns, Texas history, but most of all to anyone who enjoys a fine, heartfelt story about two wonderful people and their love for each other in a strange, exotic land during a desperate, evil time.

G-R Arch 101

And Not A Damned Straight Line In The Bunch

And Not A Damned Straight Line In The Bunch.

Chac Mool? Check Mate!

Put the board and the pieces on the belly, Mister. That and a C-note gets you a game.

Put the board and the pieces on the belly, Mister. That and a C-note gets you a game.


He may be watery on some subjects, but he can still pin your queen in nine moves or less.

Ionized Inverted Ionic Imperium

This guy's a real go-getter, a regular ball of fire.

This guy’s a real go-getter, a regular ball of fire.

A Monstrous Face For Monstrous Times

Devour Everything That Walks Or Crawls Shall Be Your Only Law

Devour Everything That Walks Or Crawls Shall Be Your Only Law


This mook isn’t anything but id and the id doesn’t want to do anything but eat.  So keep clear if you like having fingers and toes.

Beware The Eye In The Capital!

Flies are Zeus's spies upon mankind.

Flies are Zeus’s spies upon mankind.


Semper Caeser spectat.

Issue 001 of Hinnon Magazine Now Available On Amazon

Hinnom Magazine Issue 001 by [Dunphey, C.P., Fitzpatrick, Ryan, Newton, Kurt, Miller, G.A., Leahy, John, Mellon, Michelle, Joshi, S.T.]


The first issue of Hinnom Magazine is now out. Hinnon is apparently part of the Hebrew root of Gehenna, the place where the wicked go when they die. Of course, it’s a horror magazine. My biker story, Last Of The Aztec Riders, will appear in the second issue. Big kudos to editor/publisher, C. P. Dunphey. Please also note the odd coincidence/synchronicity of a writer named Michelle Mellon appearing in the first issue. She’s not related to me, but seems like a perfectly lovely person. Those with a taste for well written macabre fiction need to order this now:

Review of Tim Willocks’s “The Twelve Children Of Paris”

The scorecard says it all. This is NOT for the faint of heart reader.

The scorecard says it all. This is NOT for the faint of heart reader.


This is the goods. This is real, bonded stuff. Folks looking for a summer read, only one with hair on its chest will find it in The Twelve Children Of Paris, the second book in a trilogy. I read the first one, The Religion, about seven years ago and enjoyed that tremendously. Willocks’s nail biting, stomach churning account of the Siege of Malta had me utterly spellbound and looking forward very much at the end to the next installment. Years passed without any sign of the sequel, however. I began to think it was one of those ambitious projects that for want of interest by publishers would languish.

A chance Amazon search turned up the sequel, which appeared in 2013, but isn’t available here in the USA. Willocks is British. This is a serious mistake since Game Of Thrones fans and medieval enthusiasts would simply eat this novel up. Scene, the late 16th Century with Europe embroiled in religious wars. A colossal atrocity in that internecine conflict is about to erupt, the St. Bartholomew’s Day massacre of the Huguenots in Paris. Into this giant warren of intrigue and debauchery rides grim Mattias Tannhauser, Knight of St. John, former Ottoman janissary, and the biggest ye olde badass who ever swung a battleax, hell bent on rescuing his wife, the fair Lady Carla, from a sinister, complicated revenge plot that involves the most powerful men in the Kingdom. Tannhauser’s enemies have no idea who they’re dealing with, however.

Ruthless, implacable, Tannhauser battles on through overwhelming odds and leaves a trail of carnage behind him, all against the morbid tableaux of endless scenes of massacre, looting, and rape. Readers who want a quick, crash course in how godawful the Reformation was couldn’t do better than Children. Along the way, Tannhauser collects a small menagerie of damaged, lost children, waifs who prove their worth in the course of their collective ordeal. Willocks’s strength at characterization shines here. His people are individual, distinctive from the start, and always consistent. They speak in a semi-Shakespearean vernacular, which Willocks also handles excellently, leavening high flying rhetoric with humor and commonplace observations, never falling flat or coming across as pompous.

This is one hell of a good read, but like I warned before, it’s not for those easily put off their food. Willocks is a doctor by trade. That combined with his expert knowledge of late medieval warfare, its methods and results, leads  to some revolting although page turning reading. Children reads like an Alexandre Dumas Pere novel only with a Grand Guignol twist, with scenes of gore and slaughter no stage could ever simulate.  This book and The Religion would both make incredible movies. Highly recommended. If you can handle GOT, you should get a big kick out of this novel.