Tales From The Magician’s Skull. Plus Savage Journal Entry 17.
The delivery truck driver dropped off a box at my front door the other day. The box label read “Goodman Games.” Inside, protected by redundant
If Ken Lizzi has a quest it is to help infuse a pulp sensibility into 21st Century fiction
The delivery truck driver dropped off a box at my front door the other day. The box label read “Goodman Games.” Inside, protected by redundant
It’s been nearly five months since MBW, the HA, and I pulled into the driveway of our new home in Texas. Five months of adjustments,
Time again for another holiday-themed post. Halloween is not my favorite holiday. I don’t care for the decorations, the general ghoulishness or the faux-macabre. I
SAVAGE JOURNAL ENTRY 13. The barbarian conceives of law in an entirely different fashion than the civilized man, dear diary. For the barbarian the model
I doubt it is possible to own too many books. Yet at times I peruse my shelves, see a volume, and ask myself if I
I picked up a paperback copy of Terry Carr’s inaugural Year’s Finest Fantasy. In all honesty I may have read this before, as a kid,
Yesterday I drove MBW and the HA to the county fair. County or state fairs seem almost fungible. You could be anywhere in the country,
As you’ve no doubt come to expect from this hard-hitting, contemporarily relevant web log, today I’m wresting with yet another vital topic of global significance.
I took MBW and the HA to the local Oktoberfest celebration, hosted at a nearby golf course. It was rather smaller than I expected, especially