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'The Weaver in the Vault' – Clark Ashton Smith

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I'm into a couple of books right now but unfortunately nowhere near finishing them in time for a post today... That's the way it goes, sometimes you just can't get everything done and reading books was the thing that had to make way. I'm not going to beat myself up over it, just try and see if I can read quicker over the next few days ;o) I did want to start the week off with a blog post though so figured it was about time we returned to the weird and beautifully drawn worlds of Clark Ashton Smith. This time round, instead of picking a story at random, I decided to go with whatever title stood out the most while I was glancing over the contents. 'The Weaver in the Vault' it is then... 'The instructions of Famorgh, fifty-ninth king of Tasuun, were minutely circumstantial and explicit, and, moreover, were not to be disobeyed without the incurring of penalties that would make mere death a pleasant thing. Yanur, Grotara, and Thirlain Ludoch, three of the king&

'Doctor Who: The Daemons' (1971)

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I did have plans for yesterday but what I actually ended up doing was staying in bed, all day, and watching TV. I wouldn't do it every day but every now and then? I would totally recommend pushing everything else to one side and watching all that stuff you've been meaning to but never got round to because... you know all the reasons ;o) There was a lot of horror watched yesterday but I also made some time to catch up with the little pile of Doctor Who DVDs that I keep for occasions like this. For me, 'Doctor Who' really began with Tom Baker but of course, there were other Doctors before him and a whole load of stories where I may have read the book but never saw it on TV, what with not having been born yet and all :o) This time round, I thought I'd give 'The Daemons', a Third Doctor tale, a go... In the peaceful village of Devil’s End something very strange is happening. A professor is preparing to open a nearby burial mound and a local white witch has for

Books for the TBR Pile... 'Feeling Rough...' Edition

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 Nothing major, just ate something (or lots of things) that decided to disagree with me. You'd think I'd learn but... Anyway... Today has been mostly about sleeping it off and will shortly be about watching some absolutely awful films while I wake up a bit; I've already set the scene a little by watching 'Zombeavers' :o) Right now though, the bit in between is about me showing off some of the books that found their way to mine over the last week. Last week was about what you can find in charity shops, if you really go digging, today is more about what I can end up buying if I'm having a rough week and want to cheer myself up a little. It wasn't the worst week ever, it was a heavy one though so I found my way online and bought... These two books are me replacing old copies that got lost in all the house moves that I made a few years ago (it's amazing how many books didn't make it...) 'Non-Stop' was an Amazon deal that I couldn't pass up on

'Conan the Barbarian' – Michael A. Stackpole (Berkley)

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I've got a real soft spot for movie novelisations, a throwback to days where if you didn't have a video player, the 'book of the film' was all you had to keep you going until the film made it onto the TV (usually at Christmas). I've also got a bit of a soft spot for Conan, and his sword and sorcery tales of high adventure, so it wasn't much of a leap to put the two together and end up with this post. Ideally, it would have been about the novelisation of the 1982 film but I had a quick look on eBay, said a quick 'nope!' and decided to go with the 2011 film novelisation instead (which luckily, was sat on one of my bookshelves, just waiting to be picked up). I finished 'Conan the Barbarian' late last night, the final book I managed to read from April's TBR pile , so let me tell you all about it... Born in the fires of battle, Conan of Cimmeria was raised to face the cold, merciless world with every ounce of strength and courage he possessed. A

Catching up with 'Creepshow'...

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My youngest daughter has been self isolating, for the last few days, and is getting a little too used to not having to be at school. She gets her lessons done early and the rest of the day is all about trashing my flat while I'm trying to get work done. Reading time was at a premium already and this development has put a further dent in it, I can't wait for her to go back to school... So what's a Graeme to do, in the meantime, when he can barely stir himself to even look at a book after a hard day's... everything really. Well, last night I thought I'd catch up on a little TV, specifically 'Creepshow'... You'll know this already but I've found this second season to be a little up and down in terms of the quality. Nothing too major but just enough to have me idly wondering whether I really want to keep watching if the show can't keep things on an even keel. You also know what I'm like though ;o) I love my horror anthologies and can't he

'Phobia' – Guy N. Smith (The Sheridan Book Company)

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Last month saw me do pretty well at getting through the pile of books that I'd set myself to read; I haven't done quite so well at reviewing them quickly but it is what it is ;o) I've got one more book to go, after this one, but right now we're all about Guy N. Smith again, this time with 'Phobia'... If there's one thing that I've learned about Guy N.Smith's output (other than that it was more than sizable and that he really knew how to hit all the pulp targets for his readers), it's that he wasn't afraid to make his mark on whatever area of horror he thought he could turn into a book that would sell. And fair play to him, I think we all wish we could be a bit like that. So far, I've come across giant crabs, eco-horror, giant insects and even Communist zombies (well, kind of) but I'd yet to read a haunted house tale... Until now. 'Phobia' is that tale and it's not a bad one either. Number thirteen Schooner Street was a t

‘The Lawnmower Man’ – Stephen King

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I’m in a bit of a habit, at the moment, of deliberately seeking out the most pointless games (that I can) to download onto my phone, just to wind my kids up really. My eldest daughter just got her first mobile phone and thinks it’s the most amazing thing ever (well, you would really) so to see me download any old rubbish is something that she just can’t get her head round. I love it although I’ll admit this is a sign that lockdown has gone on just a little too long now. I need to get back in the office and be around people. But anyway… One of the games I’m currently playing is ‘Just Mowing’, a game where you… You don’t really need me to say, do you? Good. Going round this little town, mowing lawns, though has actually turned out to be really relaxing. No worries, no pressure; just mowing lawns. It was also inevitable that ‘Just Mowing’ would get me thinking of Stephen King’s ‘Lawnmower Man’ and that I’d read it and post something about here, right now in fact. That’s just how my mind