The rain wakes me.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
Terrifying tidings dear readers, as it’s time for yet another look into the horror that is modern literature! While I enjoy a good movie as well as the next person, words and symbolism through print will always hold a special place in my heart, for it’s through words that we find meaning! As I’ve previously reviewed books by Mira Grant and David Wellington (both rather new to the literary scene in that they’ve appeared in the last decade), I thought that perhaps we could turn our attention to classic authors that made our genre even possible with their nightmare-inducing tales. For those of you that merely rolled your eyes at this statement don’t worry: Mary Shelley and Bram Stoker will only be mentioned this one time in this article.
Fossil Lake was a murky grey that, while the locals had grown accustomed to it, those vacationing to their cabins in the high hills surrounding the lake always found it disconcerting. Some would question why the lake was murky, while others would avoid it entirely. The locals, ranchers and shepherds for the most part, stayed clear of the lake and advised any and all who came to visit the rural countryside to do the same.