Noted horror author Brian Keene personally delivers books to Comix Connection so you really should buy some

Veteran horror novelist Brian Keene was recently in the stores to drop off a batch of his latest novel THE CONQUEROR WORMS, plus older goodies like TERMINAL, THE RISING, and CITY OF THE DEAD. They are all available now at both stores... check 'em out! If you like gripping suspense and horror, Brian's your man!



Brian is an old friend of ours and the classic "local boy who has made the Big Time"... according to his biography:
BRIAN KEENE is the Bram Stoker Award–winning author of The Rising, Fear of Gravity, City of the Dead, among other titles. He is also the fiction editor of Horrorfind.com and the popular Best of HorrorfindAll I know is that he's a down-to-earth great guy and only a little weird.
anthology series.
He also has a great website HERE, and even wrote a long piece about Free Comic Book Day and Comix Connection HERE! (WARNING: LANGUAGE... NOT FOR KIDS!)
So, if you want to read a densely-packed, tightly-written suspense/horror novel, pick up one of Brian's books today... you'll be hooked like a giant earthworm on a super-sized bass rig.
... Hey. Did you hear that? That weird sound coming from the basement? And what's that awful sickening fishy smell? Wait right here... I'm gonna go check it out.
I'll take this flashlight and be right back...


9 Comments:
Wasn't "The Conquerer Worm" and Edger Allen Poe story?
Hey! I just finished reading THE CONQUEROR WORMS! Great stuff! Now I have to read the other books!
And g-evan, "The Conqueror Worm" is actually a poem by Edgar Allen Poe... behold:
THE CONQUEROR WORM
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1843)
Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!
That motley drama- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
Yikes!
Thanks, Bill. That's cool and freaky.
I think there's a comic adaption in Haunt of Horror: Edgar Allen Poe that just came out from Marvel.
"The mimes become its food"
YEAH!!!!
I hate mimes.
It would be better if it were clowns...you don't know how hard it is living with a fear of maniacal, murdering clowns. And yes, I have tried the pills.
Ventriloquist dummies freak me out.
There. I said it.
Hmmm... I think they have pills for that nowadays. Although they rarely work. The maniacal clown is still watching Friday the 13th part 100,000 on my tv.
Bill at Comix Connection said...
"Ventriloquist dummies freak me out.
There. I said it."
Then don't got to Steve's house. He keeps them in his closet. Muahaha!
I am going to name my next band "CLOSET FULL OF DUMMIES"...
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