Lies written in ink can never disguise facts written in blood. – Lu Xun

Stories are magic. I suspect you knew that already. But do you know why? They are private, a writer’s most intimate thoughts and secrets. The purpose of writing a story is to purge the demons. Inside all writers there is a killer and a messiah, a malcontent bent on destruction and an optimist who perpetually Read more about Lies written in ink can never disguise facts written in blood. – Lu Xun[…]

Malerman Talks About Chasing Dreams..or Is It Nightmares?

An excerpt from contributor Josh Malerman’s “Afterword” to his novella in I Can Taste the Blood.  Watch for more from Josh this Thursday, June 23! Let me tell you a quick story: My friend Mark Owen and I started writing songs in college. We hadn’t hit the stride we would later, when we moved to Read more about Malerman Talks About Chasing Dreams..or Is It Nightmares?[…]

The Madness of I Can Taste the Blood

Now that it’s nearing print, I thought I’d be excited. But as we approach August 23rd together: You (yes, You!), John F.D. Taff, Josh Malerman, Joe Schwartz, and J. Daniel Stone, as the book moves through time from that future date to the now, I just don’t know . . . See lately I’ve been Read more about The Madness of I Can Taste the Blood[…]

I’ve Got a Confession. I’m a Pussy about Blood.

Ok, there.  I said it.  I’m a pussy when it comes to blood.  And, yes, I plainly see the irony in that, as I am a horror writer. Blood makes me queasy.  The mere sight of it can make my stomach do cartwheels.  My head gets light, and fainting is definitely in the offing.  Real life, Read more about I’ve Got a Confession. I’m a Pussy about Blood.[…]

A unique collection of novellas

Greeting readers, writers and of course fans of fun! I Can Taste The Blood is live on Facebook and Twitter in case you want to follow for updates and information on the authors and publisher, and why the book is going to be the most unique collection of novellas of 2016. For me, personally, I CAN TASTE THE Read more about A unique collection of novellas[…]

An Introduction, Or a Quick Taste of Blood

So, I Can Taste the Blood. Where did the idea originate? In the seedy bathroom stall of a seedy St. Louis pizza joint. Sounds legit, right? Okay, there’s a place in south St. Louis called Blackthorn Pub & Pizza. It’s a little dive bar—and I say that with reverence. The world needs more dive bars. Read more about An Introduction, Or a Quick Taste of Blood[…]