Jolly Saint Nick Is Dead, Alas
A clatter on the rooftop may not bring glad tidings to the ones on Santa’s naughty list. This yuletide potboiler puts the sour in sugar plum candy and the bitter in hot buttered rum.
A clatter on the rooftop may not bring glad tidings to the ones on Santa’s naughty list. This yuletide potboiler puts the sour in sugar plum candy and the bitter in hot buttered rum.
Michael Libling writes like that affable stranger on the next barstool buying you drinks as he charms you with his stories. Next thing you’ve woken up in an ice bath without a kidney.
An intrepid plush rabbit in search of illicit thrills finds their entire world turned upside down and sideways. A story in 23 photographs.
A fiction extra. While attempting to pawn an engagement ring in Salt Lake City, a disquieted young man begins to see signs of a quiet migration.
Cast a Cold Eye, the ghostly novella I wrote with Derryl Murphy, appeared ten years ago as a limited-edition hardcover to exceptionally kind reviews. Now it's coming back to life as an ebook.
UPDATE! After this blog entry was written, I emailed the text of it to John Hodgman on a whim. A...