Our small press endeavor is a labor of love for the printed page. Fiddleblack publishes esteemed fiction, nonfiction and occasionally poetry. We tend to favor titles that are imposing in nature, and we hold a special place inside for bleakness and the horror genre and all its intricacies.
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The Wendigo is hungry, always hungry. And its hunger is never satisfied. The more it eats the bigger it gets. And the bigger it gets, the hungrier it gets. It can grow as tall as the trees, and still it aches with hunger. And we are hopeless in the face of it. We are devoured.
You are here in the depths. Neither the ocean nor space, not some physical body at all. You are here in external stillness. There is no light save for what passes in from the street or the porch on the house next door. You are awake and you will forever be awake. At least until morning. Because you are here in the night and there are two simple ways out. Keep still or collapse. No, do not continue to lie here and worry. That thing you're thinking of, it was never there and it will never be.
Following his release from prison, Mason Laws returns to the mountains of his youth where his estranged wife, Lavada, has been caring for his ailing father in Mason's absence. As Mason and Lavada each set forth to recover themselves, they remain entrenched in the rural and rugged landscape that bore them and their own haunted histories. This moving story tells of the families we're born into, the families we make for ourselves, and how tightly woven are the ties that bind.
Channeling introspective ideas surrounding temporary habitation and displacement in a diminished environment, Mark Welborn’s ‘Split Rail’ is a chapbook of many paeans to a boy’s heart aged. It is a literal wish, something marked with hand scrawled pentacles on every other page.
‘breach’ is the story of Mormon apostate Karin Anderson. Anderson lays bare the foundations of family and marriage beneath the beautiful tarnish of Utahan history. With perfect deliberation she tells of the man and woman who begat her, the tougher generations before them, and the basis for her own human singularity.
Cabal is the story of Boone. It's the story of man, monster. Of, as its opening tells, all the rash and midnight promises made. In this dazzling, classic novella we watch as an absconder's plan quietly to disappear down into the soft moss and trees of the Canadian wilderness is interrupted at its core: the derelict hell-place in which he's chosen to hide, a necropolis called Midian, is not entirely abandoned at all. The last great unknown things of the world—the Nightbreed—crawl amongst the rubble. Still on the lam, Boone finds himself trapped among monsters. And they come from all directions.
A response to the idea of "ghost stories without ghosts," this anthology includes stories by John McManus, Todd Grimson, Andrew Gallix and other authors familiar to fans of Fiddleblack's hard-to-parse self-definitions (antipastoralism and concept horror). The collection's twelve stories are nothing if not equally enunciative, atmospheric and carved sharply into floorboards and muck-spattered glass. No, there's nary an actual ghost involved, but this work is clearly haunted.