Interlude #2: For Ever but not Forever The concrete is red, I amone with it, the concrete,and the red, too, for thatmatter I fell through the darkness ofone last silent pausefor what […]
Interlude #2: For Ever but not Forever
23 (The Death Cure)
23 (The Death Cure) able to keep hold of the biggest partsof herself, storing the corpses of others inmemory coffins, wailing to be woken– resistant to themselves but falling likemissing puzzle pieces into […]
Fiction: John F.D. Taff “The Shrive and the Madonna”
Today we’re excited to welcome John F.D. Taff back to Ink Heist with his previously unpublished story, “The Shrive and the Madonna”. Taff has been sharing original fiction with his readers for […]
Episode 2.19 – Celebrating 15 Years of Cutting Block Books
Welcome to the Ink Heist podcast, which is devoted to dark genre fiction, featuring hosts Rich Duncan, Shane Douglas Keene, Laurel Hightower and a whole bevy of authors and other interesting guests […]
22 (Feast of Lies)
22 (Feast of Lies) deception is a candle thatchokes itself out, relights,suffocates, relights,smothers, rekindles, untilit isn’t a candle at allanymore,not even adept imitation,merely ball of amorphouswax that can no longerreignite, no smoke […]
21 (Judas Supper)
21 (Judas Supper) struggle in your skin,rage from your dungeon,dive into freedom,a flaming butterflyinto pellucid shallows liberation feels a lot likefear, tastes like doubt,swallows like lumpsof cold regret, raw asgobbets of pulsingflesh […]
Episode 2.18 – Siren Song of the Deep with Alma Katsu
Welcome to the Ink Heist podcast, which is devoted to dark genre fiction, featuring hosts Rich Duncan, Shane Douglas Keene, Laurel Hightower and a whole bevy of authors and other interesting guests […]
20 (Lazarus in Flames)
20 (Lazarus in Flames) it smells like independence, sounds likedesperation, your one second of rage,deflected by the Lie, set free to focus ona path of regret, rush headlong into apainting of someone else’s […]
19 (Dirt & Lies)
19 (Dirt & Lies) wake to a sleep in a garden of flesh,scent intertwined, loam, decay, the smellof smoke from bridges burned, the fetidmiasma of fallow fields left too longunturned, until even the […]
18 (I Am a Garden)
18 (I Am a Garden) I am the harvest,anathema to humanity,yet all it strives to poison itsgardens with,dreaming, I create you,in nightmare, destroy,waking, I sustainthe force that eats theparts you no longer haveneed […]
