As you ALL KNOW, I CAN TASTE THE BLOOD is an awesome book coming out officially on August 23rd and can be pre-ordered now at Amazon. You also know that it consists of 5 novellas, one from Josh Malerman, one from
Joe Schwartz, J. Daniel Stone, ME, and John F.D. Taff. We have reason to suspect that you may also know that J. Daniel Stone and I will be reading excerpts from our contributions to I CAN TASTE THE BLOOD at the KGB Night Time Logic Reading Series, presented by the talented Mr. Daniel Braum.
Each of the five authors has been posting to the Blog of Blood--I suggest you read all of them, as they are all very cool and each of us has a very different voice, so it's nice and diverse in content.
Today is my big day! So head on over to the Blog of Blood and learn all about The Ballad of The Whore-Bug Witch. To quote but one of many stanzas:
But one got a pox, and one spider bites
All over his crotch—next they fondued his wife
One tried to flee and never came back
His trail, it was fraught with bloody hoof tracks
The last of those four hung himself with a noose
Still Whore-Bug bid on him her scorpions loose
If that's your kind of thing (it's mine, since I wrote it, I guess), today is your lucky day. And read all the cool posts by everyone else.
Can't you see what I'm trying to say? Marry me.
Joe Schwartz, J. Daniel Stone, ME, and John F.D. Taff. We have reason to suspect that you may also know that J. Daniel Stone and I will be reading excerpts from our contributions to I CAN TASTE THE BLOOD at the KGB Night Time Logic Reading Series, presented by the talented Mr. Daniel Braum.
Each of the five authors has been posting to the Blog of Blood--I suggest you read all of them, as they are all very cool and each of us has a very different voice, so it's nice and diverse in content.
Today is my big day! So head on over to the Blog of Blood and learn all about The Ballad of The Whore-Bug Witch. To quote but one of many stanzas:
But one got a pox, and one spider bites
All over his crotch—next they fondued his wife
One tried to flee and never came back
His trail, it was fraught with bloody hoof tracks
The last of those four hung himself with a noose
Still Whore-Bug bid on him her scorpions loose
If that's your kind of thing (it's mine, since I wrote it, I guess), today is your lucky day. And read all the cool posts by everyone else.
Can't you see what I'm trying to say? Marry me.
