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Bram Stoker

One of the people who has cast the longest shadow over the genre of the dark fantastic is Bram Stoker (1847-1912). Today, November 8, is his birthday. He wrote this novel about a vampire, see, and it made a big splash. He also wrote soem short fiction and a handful of other novels.

But it’s Dracula he’s known for. Dracula the character has become such a cornerstone of popular culture that if Stoker had never written anything else, he wouls still be remembered. Writers of vampire lore are to Dracula what epic fantasy writers are to The Lord of the Rings. They tend to imiitate or be as different as possible.

It’s hard to overstate the impact Dracula has had on popular culture. I’m not even going to try and find out how many movies have been made where he is either  the central character or one of the other major players. And let’s not even get into comics or books.

It’s getting later in the year. The nights are coming sooner. The leaves are falling. Perhaps that’s them making the scittering sound as they blow along the sidewalk.

Or maybe not.

Perhaps its something else.

If you hear a tapping on  the window pane, feel free to check it out. It might only be that branch you forgot to trim the last time you did yard work.

Or it could be someone wanting in.

It if is, don’t open the window.

 

A Cowboy in Carpathia: A Bob Howard Adventure: A Review by John Bullard

As stated in the title, this is a guest review by John Bullard.

A Cowboy in Carpathia
Teel James Glenn
paperback $9.99
ebook $2,99

I found out about this book, A Cowboy in Carpathia: A Bob Howard Adventure by Teel James Glenn, from a post on “The Swords of Robert E. Howard” bulletin board, in the thread on books or stories with Howard as a protagonist (Howard as Protagonist | The Swords of Robert E. Howard (proboards.com) . It sounded interesting enough to check out, so I bought a copy and read it. I will breakdown my review into two parts: the story on its merits, and how it handles Robert E. Howard. Continue reading