This was a really cool hang with John Everson. I met him years back at Horrorhound Weekend when we shared a Samhain table with our fellow Samhain buds.  We’ve kept in touch ever since and I was so psyched to have John as my second guest for the show.

We talked for (and drank) for nearly three hours. By the time we finished, I was definitely too many beers past my limit.  I had such a good time.

Please check it out.  I know you guys are always looking for writing advice and John and I go back and forth over things like character notes, outlining, getting published the long road traditional way vs. the easy amazon upload (both of which we support under the right circumstances), and so much more. Plus, you get a tour of “The Basement that Horror Built” and lots of cool, ridiculousness from us.

This is the first hour.  I hope you guys dig it.

Also, just secured Todd Keisling (author of Devil’s Creek) for my next conversation!

Be kind to one another and Stay safe!



(Share the Horror Book Review) CLOWN IN A CORNFIELD by Adam Cesare

Out today!!!!! Go grab a copy.


Quinn Maybrook just wants to make it until graduation. She might not make it to morning.

Quinn and her father moved to tiny, boring Kettle Springs to find a fresh start. But ever since the Baypen Corn Syrup Factory shut down, Kettle Springs has cracked in half. On one side are the adults, who are desperate to make Kettle Springs great again, and on the other are the kids, who want to have fun, make prank videos, and get out of Kettle Springs as quick as they can.

Kettle Springs is caught in a battle between old and new, tradition and progress. It’s a fight that looks like it will destroy the town. Until Frendo, the Baypen mascot, a creepy clown in a pork-pie hat, goes homicidal and decides that the only way for Kettle Springs to grow back is to cull the rotten crop of kids who live there…

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Happy Birthday, Kobe!


I’ve been burning with Laker Pride since I was 7 or 8. Living in the land of the Celtics, it wasn’t easy. But when you neighbor owns the basketball hoop, he gets to pick his team first. He was always Bird and the Celts. I happily pretended to be Magic and the Lakers as we played out full games in his driveway. When Kobe came along, it was super special. A player that was introduced in my time, of my time, and one that held the keys to our basketball future.


Once Shaq showed up and we returned to Championship form, nothing came close to that. I was lucky enough to live in Southern California one summer when the Lakers topped Kidd and the Nets in the Finals. I felt like I was among my people! And WE were champions!

Years later, getting to witness the Celtics come back up and then Kobe, D-Fish, and Pau take them on head to head two years in a row, that was epic. I watched the Lakers get them in the rematch and rode home from work hooting and hollering down the streets of Augusta, Maine. I was at work the morning Kobe’s death popped up on Twitter. It was a moment of surrealism. How, why? I was heartbroken, but I didn’t breakdown until I saw the posts with him and Gianna. And then, it was easy to imagine me and or my own daughter being here one minute and gone the next. Leaving behind a family and a legacy off sorts. When I saw Shaq crying on TV, that made it all hit me again.


Mamba was in my thoughts again last night as I watched the Lakers take down the Trailblazers. I never get as fired up as I do watching a Lakers playoff game. Not by any other sport. I thought of all the great battles between Kobe’s Lakers and the Suns. How hard fought those games always seemed to be. I thought about that last night and felt the same fire. As much as my neighbor and Magic got me into the team, and as pumped as I was for Bron and AD last night, when watching a Lakers playoff game in my living room I’ll always think of Kobe knocking down an impossible three or snaking his way through defenders for a shot he shouldn’t be able to make in the paint.

Kobe Bryant fadeaway jumper vs the Suns in game 1 2010

We love you and miss you Kobe! Happy birthday!

(Share The Horror Review) Everson’s Voodoo Heart: Another Slice of Awesome



Voodoo HeartVoodoo Heart by John Everson

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Another terrific story from John Everson.

Voodoo Heart follows Detective Lawrence Ribaud as he tries to discover what’s behind all the missing bodies in New Orleans. Every full moon bring more vanishings, leaving only beds of blood and a human heart.
Looking for help anywhere he can find it, Ribaud goes deep into the world of voodoo witnessing sacrifices, sexual rituals, and more on his way to uncovering the truth.

This one felt a bit different for me from Everson, but I loved it anyway. The traditional Everson flares show up in just the right places and the mystery was done well.

I give Voodoo Heart 4 stars!
Definitely recommend this one. If you’re a fan of the author, New Orleans, or swampy voodoo stories check it out!

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John Everson is the Bram Stoker Award-winning author of the novels Covenant, Sacrifice, The 13th, Siren and The Pumpkin Man, all released by Dorchester/Leisure Books in paperback. His sixth novel, NightWhere, was a 2012 Bram Stoker Award Finalist. Other novels include The Family TreeViolet EyesRedemption and The House By The Cemetery. His 11th novel, The Devil’s Equinox, was released by Flame Tree Press in June 2019. He is also the creator of the characters Danika and Mila Dubov, now seen on the new Netflix series V-Wars, based on the books and comics created and edited by Jonathan Maberry.

A wide selection of his short fiction has been collected in six short story collections – Sacrificing Virgins (Samhain Publishing, 2015), Deadly Nightlusts (Blasphemous Books, 2010), Creeptych (Delirium Books, 2010), Needles & Sins (Necro Books, 2007), Vigilantes of Love (Twilight Tales, 2003) and Cage of Bones & Other Deadly Obsessions (Delirium Books, 2000).

John is also the editor of the anthologies Sins of the Sirens (Dark Arts Books, 2008) and In Delirium II (Delirium Books, 2007) and co-editor of the Spooks! ghost story anthology (Twilight Tales, 2004). In 2006, he co-founded Dark Arts Books to produce trade paperback collections spotlighting the cutting edge work of some of the best authors working in short dark fantasy fiction today.

John shares a deep purple den in Naperville, Illinois with a cockatoo and cockatiel, a disparate collection of fake skulls, twisted skeletal fairies, Alan Clark illustrations and a large stuffed Eeyore. There’s also a mounted Chinese fowling spider named Stoker courtesy of fellow horror author Charlee Jacob, an ever-growing shelf of custom mix CDs and an acoustic guitar that he can’t really play but that his son likes to hear him beat on anyway. Sometimes his wife is surprised to find him shuffling through more public areas of the house, but it’s usually only to brew another cup of coffee. In order to avoid the onerous task of writing, he records pop-rock songs in a hidden home studio, experiments with the insatiable culinary joys of the jalapeno, designs book covers for a variety of small presses, loses hours in expanding an array of gardens and chases frequent excursions into the bizarre visual headspace of ’70s euro-horror DVDs with a shot of Makers Mark and a pint of Revolution Anti-Hero IPA.

For information on his fiction, art and music, visit John Everson: Dark Arts at or Facebook at