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Coming soon…

So as I’ve mentioned before, I intend to have several products available as eBooks before the end of the year. I’ve got two so far, my Chri– ah, hell with it. If you haven’t clicked on the links and bought ’em by now, this post won’t convince you.

But the next project that’s going to hit your  electronic reading device will probably be my sophomore novel, The Beginner, coming back to print. (Well… electronic print.) Like Other People’s Heroes, it’ll be an edited edition, but the revisions are much less extensive. Like Other People’s Heroes, I intend to include a little bonus content, but I’m not really sure what to include. Here are the options, and I’d like to hear from you guys which one(s) you would like to see in a Beginner e-book:

  1. My Christmas story Promise.The reason this one is under consideration is because it has a very clear connection to the characters in The Beginner. One of them even makes an appearance. Plus, it’s a ghost story, and that feels right.
  2. The prologue section of Tales of the Curtain. I’ve found that I have — quite unintentionally, mind you — divided up most of my writing into two distinct “universes.” The superhero world of Other People’s Heroes is one, the monster-filled land of Tales of the Curtain is the other. And although I haven’t had a reason to make it clear yet, The Beginner is part of the “Curtain-Universe.”
  3. The short story “It’s Time to Play the Music.” This was my Halloween story from 2009, and it too is part of the Curtain-Verse, although it doesn’t have any direct links to The Beginner. It does, however, have the advantage of being a complete story and not just a preview.
  4. A sneak preview of my book Opening Night of the Dead. Although I don’t have this one on the release schedule yet, the manuscript is finished and is being looked over by the Legion of Super-Editors. (If you’d like to join the Legion, by the way, please drop me a line over on Facebook or e-mail.) This is a zombie novel of sorts, and it too is part of the Curtain universe. I could easily pop the first chapter of this one into The Beginner.

So, friends… thoughts?


Opening Night — FINISHED

Last night, I posted my weekend “to do” list, including finishing the revisions for my novel in progress, Opening Night of the Dead. I did not expect too finish that particular job before I went to bed last night. But I did. And it was fun.

I’ve talked a little about ONotD before, but I don’t think I’ve ever gone into detail about it. It was my NaNoWriMo project for 2009, and like most of my books, I needed to put it aside after finishing it before I could do the revisions. I actually took the first pass at it last summer, and I’ve spend the last two months giving it the final once-over. I’m not quite done, though, I’m going to ask a few trusted editorial type friends of mine to give it a peek, but very soon I’m going to start shopping for a home for this story.

On the off chance that you (yes, you) reading this may be in a position to help ONotD find a home in print — paper or electronic — let me tell you just a little bit of what it’s like…

  • This is, as the title implies, a zombie novel. It’s also, as I hope the title implies, a bit more lighthearted than the Dawn of the Dead type universe. Closer to Shaun of the Dead in tone, although drastically different in story.
  • This is, in fact, a story that takes place in my world of The Curtain, but you need not have read any of that story to understand this one. It actually takes place before any of the main Curtain stories you’ve read thus far, in YOTC+4. However, those of you who have read the Curtain stories will find familiar faces, as well as the answers to some of your questions.
  • The story also connects (again, not in a “must read that to read this” sort of way) to another story of mine that some of you have read, many of you have not, and I hope to remedy that situation in the near future.
  • The main setting for this story is in a working movie lot that shares property with an amusement park, shortly before Halloween. Ever wondered what would happen if a zombie started nibbling on victims in a place where half the people are already wearing monster makeup? How do you know who to shoot?
  • The final draft is a hair over 71,000 words. I hoped to make it longer (for comparison, Other People’s Heroes is about 90,000), but this is what it took to tell the story. Any more would have been needless filler.
  • I am quite satisfied with the outcome.

Check in behind the Curtain!

For those of you who have been reading Tales of the Curtain as we progress, today’s installment is an important one, the climactic scene of our first prolonged story arc. There are several stories running through the Curtain at any given time, although when any one of them approaches its climax, I’ll spend more time on that one. It’s part of the natural ebb and flow of a story, in my opinion — whenever I’ve worked on a story, I’ve found those last segments come to me most quickly. At any rate, it’s not like I’m throwing anything out right here. Today’s installment ends the story of the Golem attack on New York City, but several threads from that story are ongoing. Just who is the mysterious “God of Games” that’s watching over the battle? Who is the Boss that Annabell keeps communicating with? And what will become of Alex now that his mistake has caused so much destruction? Those things will all be answered in time. And now is the perfect time to get into the story if you’re not there already.


Why not end the year behind THE CURTAIN?

Hey, friends — Happy New Year’s Eve! Have a great time wherever you are tonight, drink responsibly, drive safely, and try not to make your hands blow up.

Okay, obligatory public service announcement out of the way. I’m going to get in one last shameless plug for 2010. As (hopefully) you know, back in October I started a new experiment in storytelling, an ongoing saga that I’ve been presenting twice a week over at Tales Of the I’m telling several interconnected stories there, with new installments appearing every Tuesday and Friday, sagas about a world where monsters are very real, even if not everybody wants to admit it. I’ve been having fun writing it, and I hope you’ve been having fun reading it.

If you haven’t checked it out yet, though, why not do it today? Even if you’re at work, you and I both know you’re not going to get anything done. There are several ways you can read these stories — you can either break them down by character thread, you can jump in at today’s installment and try to catch up, or you can go through and read all of the tales in chronological order. There’s no wrong way to do it, friends. Here, for your reading ease, are all of the stories in the world of the curtain that I’ve presented so far, in the order in which they take place…


October 15

October 22



October 15

October 16

October 17

October 18

October 19

October 20

October 21

October 22


Toyetic: A new tale for Christmas 2010

As I’ve mentioned here before (like this past Saturday), for many years now it’s been a tradition for me to compose a new short story every Christmas. I love doing it every year. I look forward to it. And I find it interesting to see what, exactly, inspires each one. Sometimes it’s a song, a conversation, a lingering “what if?”-type question. This year, I won’t lie to you, is inspired in part by my new little niece, but also in part by a desire to point out there’s still good, even in a world full of bad. Here’s my gift to you, friends. Please, enjoy…


The thing inside Lucas Melish’s closet had been there since Easter, at least. That was the first time he heard it, shuffling around in the night. The next morning, he told his father he’d heard something moving around when the lights were out, quivering as he said it but trying to appear brave. He was six years old, still young enough to be frightened of the Night Noises but just old enough not to want to let his dad know he was scared. He padded into the kitchen that morning, tugged on Daddy’s pants, and told him he heard something moving in his closet the night before.

It was Mommy who reacted, though. “Oh, Pierce, don’t tell me we have a mouse.”

“It’ll be fine, Lori. I’ll put some traps out, the whole thing will be over with by the weekend.” He squeezed Lucas’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll take care of everything.”

Lucas nodded, because Daddy said he would take care of it, and Daddy wouldn’t lie. But the next weekend, he was still hearing the noises. He knew Daddy’s traps hadn’t captured a mouse yet, because Mommy asked him every morning if he’d caught anything yet. So far, he hadn’t, and he was starting to get irritated. That actually made Lucas feel a little better. Daddy got irritated at little things – when he spilled his coffee, when Mommy took too long in the bathroom, when the phone rang and it played “Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star,” because Lucas knew that meant Grandma was calling. But none of the things that made Daddy irritated were bad or scary, just little problems. So if Daddy wasn’t scared, even if he kept hearing the sounds, it was nothing to be worried about.

Around Mother’s Day, though, the noises started to get louder. It was really late, and a crashing sound inside the closet woke Lucas up. He shot straight up in his bed and shouted. A second later, Daddy and Mommy came into the room, both of them looking really tired, and Daddy looked irritated again. He turned on the light and opened the closet, where they found a blue shoebox on the floor. Lucas recognized it – it was usually up on the top shelf, too high for him to reach it, and he never even knew what was in it before. Now he could see, because the top had come off in the crash. The things that came out of it were the size of Mommy’s phone, but they were mostly white and they all had two holes in them, and writing.

That’s where my cassettes went,” Mommy said. She stood on tiptoe to look onto the shelf. “It looks like it was nudged off the shelf. Didn’t you ever catch that mouse?”

“The box is kind of heavy,” Daddy said, as he picked up Mommy’s “cassettes” and put them back in place. “I don’t know if a mouse could have done it.”

“No, not a rat. Pierce–”

“I’ll get bigger traps. And some of those glue traps from Lowe’s. I’ll put them all in the garage and the shed. We’ll get it.”

The glue traps got lots of things – bugs, spiders, and even a mouse, but nothing that Lucas thought was big enough to have made the sounds inside his closet. But it was no big deal. Daddy wasn’t worried. Not about the thing in Lucas’s closet, at least. He was worried about WORK. Lucas wasn’t sure what WORK was, but he knew Daddy and Mommy both went there every day while he went to school, and Daddy always was flustered when he came back.

Sometimes Daddy brought WORK home with him. He’d sit at the kitchen table and draw pictures of different heroes and monsters and cars. Lucas didn’t understand why WORK was bothering Daddy so much – it seemed like fun – but Daddy kept complaining that his drawings weren’t “toyetic” enough.

“What’s ‘toyetic’ mean, Daddy?”

“It means that my job is to draw characters that would make good toys, buddy. You know, like the toys you play with? But I can’t seem to come up with toys that are good enough.”

Lucas was astonished. That was WORK? Drawing toys? It was a major realization for him. It had never occurred to him before that somebody actually had to make toys, they always just seemed to happen, but when he went to school the next day he told all of his friends what Daddy’s WORK was. They seemed impressed. Their Daddies went to WORK too, but they all did boring things, like PLUMBING or COMPUTERING or TAX ATTORNEY-ING. Lucas didn’t know what any of those things meant, but none of them sounded as cool as making toys.

He asked Daddy if he’d made Lucas’s favorite toy, Captain Cosmos. Captain Cosmos was the best – he flew around the galaxy in his spaceship with his friends (there were toys of them too, Lucas knew, but Mommy said he may have to wait for his birthday or Christmas for those), and he destroyed all the bad monsters and kept the galaxy safe. Daddy didn’t have anything to do with Captain Cosmos, but “I wish to hell I did,” he said. “Those little suckers sell like Cabbage Patch Kids back in the day.”

Lucas didn’t know what “Cabbage Patch Kids” were either, but Daddy had the irritated voice back, so he decided not to ask.

The noises started to fade, but around the time school let out for summer the sound came back, louder than ever. This time there was no crashing sound, but there was a definite scraping, like the sound of Daddy shoveling snow during the winter. Lucas didn’t say anything, didn’t want to sound scared, but he grabbed the covers and pulled them up over his head until the sun came up. When the light was out, he climbed out of bed and walked up to the closet door. It was easier to be brave when the sun was shining, but it wasn’t impossible to be scared. He reminded himself that Daddy wasn’t scared, that he was only irritated, so he put on his own irritated face and opened the door.

There was a hole in the wall.

It wasn’t big – not yet, at least – but Lucas could easily slip his hand into if it he wanted to. It wasn’t down low, either, by the floor like mouse holes in the cartoons always were. It was higher up, almost at the level of Lucas’s waist. He went straight to Daddy again, telling him that the Thing in his closet had picked out a hole, and Mommy and Daddy ran right in to look at it.

“Pierce, did that thing get through the drywall?” Mommy asked.

“I don’t see how… Lucas, buddy, are you sure you didn’t do this? You didn’t maybe fall down or knock something over that punched the hole in the wall?”

“No, Daddy, it wasn’t me.”

Daddy frowned at Lucas, and he suddenly realized that Daddy thought he was lying. But he wasn’t. That wasn’t fair. “Daddy, I didn’t–”

“It’s all right, Lucas. I’ve got some spackle in the garage, I’ll fix this up.”

“Should I stay away from it?” Mommy asked, touching her tummy. For the first time, Lucas noticed that she was getting bigger there. Was she eating too much?

“No, don’t worry, Lori. It’s no big deal. Come on, Lucas, let’s get ready to go down to Grandma’s.”

With school out, Lucas was spending the day at Grandma’s house while Mommy and Daddy WORKED. Mommy picked him up every day after she came home, and Lucas was always excited to see her. When she walked in the door today, though, she was holding her back like she was in pain and stumbled into Grandma’s rocking chair.

“How are you sweetie?” Grandma asked.

“I’m fine. It’s just starting to show, you know?”

“Show what, Mommy?” Lucas asked.

Mommy and Grandma looked at each other, nervous. “Nothing, Lucas sweetie. It’s… nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing. That night after dinner, Mommy and Daddy brought Lucas to the living room and sat him down on the couch.

“We’ve got something to tell you, buddy,” Daddy said. “It’s really good news.”


“Well… well, Mommy is going to have a baby. You’re going to have a little brother or sister.”

“Oh.” He thought about it for a moment. “I want a brother.”

Mommy and Daddy laughed at that, which Lucas thought was somewhat rude. Daddy explained, though, “I’m afraid you don’t get to choose, pal. You just… get whatever you get.”

“Oh. I guess that’s okay.”

“So there are going to be some changes around here. I’m going to be working a lot harder, because we need more money, and we’re going to rearrange things. We’re going to move your bedroom.”

“Move it where?”

Mommy laughed at that one. “No, sweetheart, we’re going to move you into a different room. Your bedroom is the closest one to ours, and we need to put the baby there, so we’re going to move you into the room next to it.”

“The guess room?”

“Guest room. But it won’t be a guest room anymore, it’ll be yours. And it’ll be bigger. Won’t that be fun?”

Lucas looked down at his shoes. “I guess so,” he said, but secretly, he was starting to think this new baby wasn’t going to be much fun at all. “When will we have the baby?”

“Not for a while yet,” Daddy said. “Mommy is due around the end of November. We may not have the baby yet by Thanksgiving, but we’ll have her for Christmas.”

“Her?” Mommy said.

Daddy shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Gut feeling.”

Daddy’s feeling, Lucas discovered a few months later, was right. Mommy’s doctor used a machine to take a picture inside of her, and the picture told them that the new baby would be a little girl. Lucas kind of wished it had been a brother instead, but Mommy and Daddy were clearly happy about the news, so he didn’t say anything. Still, it bothered him a little when they started to paint the baby’s room – his old room – in light pink and green colors. Daddy also patched up the hole in the closet, again blaming it on mice or rats, even though Lucas wasn’t really sure about that anymore.

His new room was the next one over, and his new closet was right on the other side of the wall from his old one, and for some time, it was all fine. Then, sometime near the Fourth of July, the scratching sounds returned, louder than ever.

Earlier that day, Lucas and Daddy had been in his new room. They’d painted the walls blue for him and put in a new carpet, and Daddy was working on something special – a life-size drawing of Captain Cosmos. Daddy was carefully painting in the picture of the spaceman, standing on an alien landscape with bizarre stars and planets in the background. Lucas loved it – none of his friends had anything this cool in their bedrooms.

“It looks great, Daddy!”

“Thanks, Lucas.” He sighed as he stepped back, having put the finishing touches on Captain Cosmos’s space helmet. “Man, what a great design. I wish I could make something as toyetic as this.”

“Why do you want that, Daddy?”

“It’s my job, son. I need to design good toys so I can make money.”

“Why do you need money?”

“So I can take care of you, and your mom, and your sister. We need money for food and clothes and all kinds of things. That’s why grown-ups need jobs, to get the money we need to take care of the people we love.”

“Should I get a job?”

Daddy laughed. “No, buddy, you’re a little too young for that. But that doesn’t mean you can’t do your part. You’re going to be a big brother soon. That means you’re going to have to help take care of your sister. Look out for her, make sure she doesn’t get hurt… protect her from anything that could hurt her.”

“I have to do all that?”

“I know it sounds like work, but it’s really not. When you love somebody it’s just something you do, without even thinking about it.” Lucas told Daddy he didn’t understand, and Daddy said that was okay – he would someday. Daddy said things like that a lot.

That night, the scratching came back. Lucas almost got up to go get Daddy again, but he thought better of it. The “protecting” thing sounded like something grown-ups did, and Lucas didn’t want to be a baby. He got up and, trying to keep from shaking, opened the closet door. Inside was a very small hole, barely the size of a dime, but pieces of the wall were crumbling away from it from the inside. He saw a little black claw scraping at the sides, making it bigger, and his mouth was suddenly very dry, his throat full of a sour taste. Mice didn’t have claws like that, did they? He ran to his nightstand, where Daddy kept a flashlight for him in case of a power outage, and flicked the flashlight on. The batteries still worked, good. He took the flashlight to the closet and shined it into the hole.

There was a different sound this time, a sort of squealing, and through the small hole he saw a flurry of movement. The Thing behind the wall moved quickly, very quickly, but he could tell it was covered with fur, and bigger than a mouse. Probably bigger than a rat, too.

The next day, as Daddy stoked the coals in the barbecue pit, he thought about telling him. He decided not to.

The noises again started to grow progressively louder, and Lucas started to wonder if the Thing simply hadn’t been able to find him after he switched rooms. If that was the case, it wasn’t very smart. He had only moved a few feet. But smart or stupid, the Thing scared Lucas very much. That was why, on the night of his birthday in early August, he decided to do something about it. Lucas was really excited when he got his birthday presents from Mommy and Daddy – a box with several Captain Cosmos action figures. The Galaxy Gang included the Solar Sergeant, Lance Asteroid, Jenna Jupiter (“A girl?” Lucas had moaned when he opened the box) and the crew’s pilot, the Navigator, a mysterious hooded figure who never talked but always knew exactly where to go.

That night, before he went to bed, Lucas opened up his closet and looked at the hole. It had slowly grown over the last month, and was now again about the size of a baseball. The Thing made him nervous, the Thing was something bad, but maybe there was room back there for something good, too. He took Captain Cosmos and the entire Galaxy Gang, strapped their weapons into their hands (usually with the aid of tiny pegs in the plastic) and lined them up facing the hole. Maybe if the Thing came out in the night, he thought, they could protect him.

But early the next morning, he heard the scraping again. After a few minutes, it stopped, replaced by another sound… a slurping sound. Lucas grabbed the flashlight (which had moved to a permanent spot next to his pillow since the incident on the Fourth of July), threw open the closet, and hit the light.

The beam fell upon the Thing, and for the first time Lucas could see it clearly. It was big, about two feet tall, and covered in fur. Although it looked like an animal, it stood on two legs and had a short stub of a tail dragging behind it. Its head was wrapped in fur, except for a pair of horns that curved away from its forehead and came to fine points up above his ears. Its teeth were jagged, sharp, and there were entirely too many of them for his mouth. Currently, those teeth had Captain Cosmos’s head clenched between them. When Lucas hit it with the light, it looked up at him and its eyes flashed a horrible red color. It dropped the toy, a strand of drool coming from its mouth down to Captain Cosmos’s head, and hissed at Lucas, then turned and jumped backwards through the hole. It was bigger now, but not so big that it should have been able to leap through it so easily, but it twisted its body, slipping through one part at a time, while still moving terribly quickly, and then it was gone.

Lucas didn’t go back to sleep that night.

In the morning, in the protective light of the sun, he tried to tell Daddy about the Thing.

“It was big, Daddy! Way bigger than a rat!”

“Don’t tell me we have a raccoon in the house,” Mommy groaned.

“It’s okay, Lori, Lucas just had a bad dream.”

“It wasn’t a dream, Daddy! Look!” He held up Captain Cosmos so Daddy could see the tooth mark scratched into the toy’s head. Daddy took the figure, examined it for a minute, then handed it to Mommy. She shook her head.

“Lucas, have you been chewing your toys?”


“Is this about your new room?” Daddy asked. “Are you afraid to be so far away from us? We’re just a little bit further down the hall.”

“No, Daddy, it’s real.”

Daddy tousled Lucas’s hair. “I love your imagination, buddy, but you’ve got to be able to tell the truth between real and make-believe.”

They didn’t believe him. Lucas was stunned, he’d always told them the truth, but they thought he was making it up. Daddy went off to WORK that day, and Mommy dropped him off at Grandma’s, where he was spending his days until school began again. He thought about telling Grandma his story, but something told him that she would be on Mommy and Daddy’s side. Instead, he decided to try a different strategy.

“Grandma, can I draw some pictures today?”

“Of course, sweetheart!” They had their routines – he kept some toys at her house, some books and movies, but like his father, Lucas loved drawing pictures. Grandma loved watching him draw pictures. But the picture he drew today didn’t please her at all.

That night, he came to Daddy with his latest drawing. It was, of course, of a black fur-covered creature with a short tail, horns, jagged teeth, and red eyes. Daddy took the picture and smiled. “Lucas, you drew this?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“This is wonderful.”

“I think it’s ugly,” Mommy said. “Why can’t you draw something cute, Lucas?”

“Oh, sure, it’s kind of a dark subject, but look at his craft, Lori. Look at the detail he put into the fur and the teeth. And he’s only seven. Lucas, you keep drawing and keep learning, you could be a great artist. Maybe when Christmas comes you should ask Santa Claus for an art set – some colored pencils and a few sketchbooks.”

Lucas would actually like that quite a bit, but it wasn’t exactly the point. “That’s the Thing in my closet, Daddy.”

“This is what your monster looks like?”


“Very imaginative.”

Imaginative? Lucas’s heart fell. Daddy didn’t believe him after all, he just liked the drawing. Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t listen, Captain Cosmos was no good… even Santa Claus would probably ignore him.

Lucas was on his own.

“Lucas, can I take this picture to WORK? It’s giving me some ideas.”

“Sure, Daddy,” he said, barely paying attention. If he was by himself, if he had to fight this Thing without any of the grown-ups, he needed to figure out a way to do it. And soon.

Things continued to be hectic in the weeks before Halloween. The thing in Lucas’s dream was bad enough, but one day there were a lot of stories on the news about people reporting monsters – real monsters – showing up all over the place. Daddy called it “foolishness,” but as Lucas thought about the thing scratching the hole in his closet, he didn’t know if he agreed. The stories tapered off a little over the next few weeks, but they continued. Daddy ignored the stories, just like he ignored the hole in Lucas’s closet. Lucas could ignore neither.

On Halloween, Mommy wore a shirt with a big, smiling pumpkin on her ever-growing belly, and stayed home to hand out the candy with Grandma while Lucas and Daddy, dressed like Frankenstein and a vampire respectively, went trick-or-treating. Two blocks from home, they approached a garage with a curtain of black plastic sheets over the front. Daddy smiled. “A Haunted House. What do you say, pal?”

Lucas nodded, but felt his heart racing. He hadn’t been sleeping lately. The hole in his closet was getting bigger and bigger. He tried to get Daddy to look at it, but he was at WORK later and later each day now, and often seemed excited when he came home, wanting nothing more than to talk about some big project that didn’t really make sense to Lucas. He could tell Daddy was excited, that maybe he had finally made something “toyetic,” but it was small comfort to Lucas as he listened to the sound of the hole getting bigger each night. He’d tried looking again, wondering why the creature needed to keep making the hole bigger if it could already get through, and when he shined the light in he saw that it had grown. It was getting bigger, it was too big now to fit through the hole, and as Halloween approached its growth spiked up enormously. It always looked hungry, too, like it wanted to eat. Lucas didn’t think it was eating normal food, though. As he looked at the thing, as the fear inside of him became intense, the Thing shot up another three inches before his eyes. His fear was making it bigger. And that just made him more afraid. With the stories on the news now, it seemed to Lucas that everybody was afraid of something these days. He wondered, growing more scared as he went, just how big the Thing could get.

As they stepped into the Haunted House, Lucas heard creepy sounds, screams, creaking doors, rattling chains… and somewhere in the background, a scraping. As they stepped through, past dancing skeletons and a creepy old witch stirring a pot full of smoke, the scraping was what stayed in Lucas’s mind. Scrape… scrape… scrape… Louder… Louder…

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned to see the Thing from his closet, as tall as Daddy, teeth just as long, snarling and growling at him. Lucas began to scream, unable to control himself, and grabbed onto Daddy’s leg in a panic. Daddy laughed, but only for a moment. As Lucas’s screams continued, Daddy picked him up and started to talk to him.

“Lucas, it’s okay. Calm down, buddy, it’s just a guy in a mask. It’s okay!”

“Yeah, little guy.” Lucas looked up to see that the Thing wasn’t the Thing at all – it was Mr. Ellisar from down the street. He was holding the furry mask in his hand, and he looked like he felt terrible. “Pierce, I’m so sorry–”

“Don’t worry about it, Ray, you didn’t do anything wrong. I think I need to get this guy home. We’ve had enough Halloween for this year.”

Privately, Lucas thought he’d been going through Halloween ever since Easter, and it was just getting worse. By the time his sister, Dana, was born on the day before Thanksgiving, he was on the verge of going crazy. The noises were getting louder, the hole was getting bigger, and Captain Cosmos was worthless for protection. Mommy and Daddy were happier than he’d ever seen them when they brought Dana home, and he tried to be happy with them. He looked at her – so small and soft, with just a wisp of blond hair on the top of her head over her big, wide eyes that rolled everywhere after she was a few weeks old, as if everything she saw was brand new (which, now that he thought about it, was true for her) and she had to take it all in before it went away. But he couldn’t feel happy they way that they did.

After the first few weeks were over and the endless parade of friends and relatives cycling through the house finally began to subside, it was just him and Mommy home with Dana whenever he wasn’t at school. Daddy seemed to be spending even more time at WORK, getting more excited, and promising Lucas that all of it was going to “pay off big-time.” Two weeks before Christmas, as he sat at the kitchen table reading one of his books, Mommy came in holding the baby. She sat down next to him, turning the baby so she could see him, and held up her hand, making her “wave.”

“Say hello to your big brother, baby,” she said. Lucas sort of halfheartedly waved back, and Mommy sighed. She kissed Dana on the head and then pulled her chair closer to his. “This has been hard on you, hasn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Having a little sister. Being a big brother. Having everybody paying attention to her and not really paying much attention to you.”

“I guess,” he said.

“I thought so. You’ve been so quiet lately, and Daddy and I have been afraid that you don’t even feel like you’re part of the family. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I need you to understand something, though – just because we’re giving Dana so much attention doesn’t mean we don’t love you. She’s little, she needs more attention. But you’re a big boy, you can do more things for yourself. You don’t need us as much as she does. We love you just as much. Do you understand that?”

He nodded and she smiled. “I hope you do. And you know what? Once you get just a little bigger, and once she gets a little bigger, you’ll be able to help out. You’ll be able to give her some of that attention she needs, and you know what? When you do that, guess where all of her attention will be?”


“Right on you.” She put her free arm – the one that wasn’t cradling Dana – around him and pulled him in for a hug. “I promise you, sweetheart, you two are going to love each other more than you can even imagine right now.”

“Okay mommy,” he said, but he said it because he knew that’s what she wanted to hear. Maybe she was right, maybe she wasn’t. She didn’t understand his problem, that was the big thing. She thought he was jealous of the baby. The truth was, he was scared for her. The Thing in the closet was getting closer, the hole in his closet was almost big enough for a grown man to crawl through now. And once it took care of Lucas, he knew that Dana was going to be next. And if it wasn’t that, there were the other monsters, the ones on the news that still kept showing up and that most of the grownups still said were fakes. The kids at school believed in them, though. Lucas believed in them too.

On Christmas Eve, everyone else in the house was joyful. The tree was up, the countertop had been taken over by Mommy’s Christmas Village, a nativity scene enjoyed a place on honor on the front table, and pinned to the bookshelves  (they had no fireplace, but Mommy swore to him a few years ago that made no difference to Santa Claus) were their stockings – Pierce, Lori, Lucas, and brand new this year, Dana. Lucas couldn’t feel himself getting excited at all.

Daddy came home from WORK that day with a huge smile on his face and a box in his hands. “I know that Christmas is tomorrow, Lori, but I just can’t wait. Lucas! Come over here, buddy, I’ve got something to show you!”

Lucas put down his book – a nature book, he’d given up on stories about Captain Cosmos – and padded over to Daddy in his socks. Daddy smiled at him, beaming almost like he’d done on the day Dana was born, and patted the box. “You know how I’ve been working for months to come up with a new toy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Well, buddy, you helped me out. I’ve been trying and trying to come up with characters and designs and ideas and… well… anything that was toyetic enough to present, but you’re the one who helped me find something. You and that fantastic imagination of yours. Feast your eyes!”

He opened the box and pulled out Lucas’s nightmare. It was a stuffed animal, about as tall as Dana was long, and covered in fur. His fur was white, though, not black, and the too-many teeth had been rounded and turned into a broad smile rather than a hideous snarl. His horns were still there, but they too were rounded and smooth. His eyes, in Lucas’s drawing a pair of simmering red coals, here crystal blue and smiling, even cast in plastic.

“I know this isn’t exactly the drawing you made for me, Lucas, but this is much better for the kind of toy my boss was looking for. Meet Yardley the Yeti. He’s the playful polar pal that every kid in America is going to want under his tree next Christmas, but now that we’ve got the prototype perfected, I wanted you to have the first one.”

“Yardley?” Lucas said.

“Yeah… I know, it’s not great, but do you know how hard it is to find a name that starts with ‘Y’? It was that or ‘Yancy’.”

“I don’t get it.”

Daddy’s voice changed and got deeper, like he was talking in a commercial. “Yardley the Yeti is the friendly beast from the north. He’ll play with you all day and protect you from the bad things at night!” He chuckled and looked at mommy. “That last bit was my idea – if Yardley does well I’m thinking we may be able to take Lucas’s original drawing and use it as the basis for a bad guy in the toy line. And with the way things have been going in the news lately, my boss thinks there’s going to be a real demand for kids to have a sort of guardian in their bedrooms.”

“It’s adorable,” Mommy said.

“It’s stupid,” Lucas declared.

“Lucas! Your father has worked really hard on this! Be polite!”

“It doesn’t make sense. A toy can’t protect you from the Bad Things.”

Daddy put the toy down. “Is this about all that stuff you’ve been seeing on the news, pal? I told you, it’s not anything you need to be worried about.” He picked up Yardley and handed it to Lucas. “This one is yours. It’s a thank-you for giving me the idea. I hope you’ll be able to appreciate it for that, even if the story doesn’t work for you.”


“What do you we say, Lucas?” Mommy asked.

“Thank you.” Then, without prompting, Lucas got up and hugged his father. “I’m sorry I said your toy was stupid.”

“That’s okay. Love you, buddy.”

“I love you too, daddy.”

That night, the scratching stopped. Somehow, the absence of the sound was far worse than hearing it ever was. He lay awake, staring at the Yardley doll that he’d placed on his nightstand, not far from the baseball bat he’d taken to sleeping next to. Yardley smiled down at him, wearing a big, doofy grin that Lucas knew wasn’t worth anything in the face of the Bad Thing in his closet. Mommy and Daddy had told him to get to bed early, because Santa Claus was supposed to come, but that didn’t really matter to him either. Would Santa get rid of the Bad Thing? Could he get rid of the Bad Thing? If he couldn’t, what good was he?

He was still looking at the doll when he heard his closet door open.

Lucas turned his head, slowly, in the direction of his closet. It was only cracked, but it was gliding open as he looked, that black crack turning into a gap, and then into an opening. And then the Thing stepped out. It looked just like the Thing in his drawing, with its hideous mouth full of teeth pulled back into a grotesque smile. Its red eyes burned in their sockets, illuminating the mane of fur that dangled from his head, and accentuating the needle-tipped points of his horns. It was looking at Lucas.

And it was smiling.

“Get away from me,” Lucas said. He reached off to the side of his bed and grabbed the baseball bat, lifting it as though he was ready to swing.  “Get away!”

The Thing made a terrible, guttural sound, like something in his throat was being churned through a meat grinder. With revulsion, Lucas realized that was the sound of the Thing laughing at him. It began to walk towards Lucas slowly, purposefully, drool beginning to dribble from the huge gaps between his pointed teeth. A trail formed from the closet door and started to dribble towards Lucas’s bed. He grabbed the flashlight and turned it on the thing, and it blanched for a moment when the light hit it in the face. Then, it started to laugh again, pushing forward. Behind it, Lucas saw the hole, enormous now, big enough that even Daddy could have slipped through it into the darkness on the other side. There was a smaller hole behind the big one, Lucas noticed, and realized he was looking through the hole the creature had carved into his old closet, in his old room, where Dana now lay asleep.

“Get away!” Lucas shouted this time, swinging the bat at hard as he could and colliding with the monster’s face. The beast didn’t appear to be hurt at all. Instead, he reached up and yanked the bat from Lucas’s hands, tossing it back behind him through the hole. It struck the wall on the other side with a loud thud, and a few more chunks of wall fell away from the tiny hole. It turned back to Lucas, approaching slowly, smiling broadly.

Then, from the hole, they heard the sound. It was a loud, unhappy sound, one that Lucas had learned to recognize as an alarm of the most basic sort. It was Dana, crying, probably woken up by the sound of the bat hitting the inside of the closet. As she started to cry, the Dark Thing turned back towards the hole. Its eyes were wider, amazed, looking like a child who had been reaching for a vanilla ice cream cone, only to discover that there was chocolate available from the next soft-serve spigot. It didn’t even look back at Lucas this time, but instead opened the door to his bedroom and rushed into the hall. Lucas ran after it, but it was so much faster. He got to Dana’s room and saw the thing standing over her bed. She was screaming, but it didn’t sound like fear so much as discomfort. At her age, she hadn’t yet learned to be afraid of anything. Lucas was jealous.

He ran in and hit the Thing with his fists, shouting at it, telling it to get away from his sister. It ignored him until Lucas grabbed hold of its fur and started to yank out tufts of it in big, bloody clumps. The whole time, he was screaming. “Daddy! Daddy, Mommy, help! It’s in Dana’s room! It’s trying to get her!”

But Daddy and Mommy didn’t come, and as he pulled out the fur one chunk at a time and the monster grabbed his baby sister by the feet, Lucas had never felt more alone. This was what the Dark Things were for, the Bad Things, the Things he couldn’t stop because he was too small and too scared, and…

But Dana was smaller than he was, wasn’t she? And because of that, she needed him.

Lucas tugged on the thing’s fur again, but this time he used it to pull himself up. He climbed the beast, holding on as it started to buck against him, reaching around and trying to get hold. Lucas rolled in front of its face and onto the baby’s crib. She was still crying, her eyes wide and glaring up at him, when he landed over her. He was careful to put his arms and legs out, stopping himself so that he was shielding her instead of crushing her. He could feel the beast’s hands on his back, its breath blasting his neck like a stream of air from a furnace, and he began to shout again.

“Daddy! Mommy! Santa, Jesus, anybody, HELP!

The Thing’s hands wrapped around his arms.

“Please! There has to be somebody!”

Dana looked up at him, and it occurred to him in that moment. She had been screaming, too, screaming for somebody. And her somebody was him.

He looked up at the thing. “You don’t get to hurt her,” he said. “I’ll stop you. I swear, I’ll stop you.”

He didn’t know how, though, and when the thing’s long, pink tongue snaked out of its mouth and towards Lucas’s face, it seemed like his proclamation would be in vain.

Then another hand grabbed the monster’s tongue and pulled it away. Pulled the entire beast aside, to be honest, away from Lucas and the baby and off to the other end of the room. Lucas looked down at Dana to be sure she wasn’t hurt, then looked back up at where the Thing was locked in a deathgrip with something else – something even bigger than it was. Something covered in white.

It was Yardley. The doll was huge now, bigger than Daddy, so big Lucas didn’t even know how it could have gotten into the room, and it was holding the Thing around the neck. Yardley’s big, happy smile was gone, replaced by a raging snarl that didn’t make Lucas feel any fear at all. It was all reserved for the Thing.

“You don’t get to hurt them,” Yardley said. His voice was deep and resonant, echoing through Dana’s room like he was using a megaphone. His blue eyes were glowing now, and the crystal light overwhelmed the red of the Dark Thing. “You go and you tell all of them, this house is protected. You don’t get to hurt them.”

He squeezed his hand and the Thing squealed, clutching its neck like it was being choked. Yardley threw it aside and it scampered out of the door. He opened the closet and Lucas could see in through the tiny hole that was there on this side – light was spilling in from his own room, and for a second he could see the Thing clambering back into the hole it had carved. Its red eyes flashed, and it was gone.

“Is she okay?” Yardley said. Lucas nodded.

“How did you do that? How are you real?”

“I’m real because you called me. Because you needed me. Because you needed  a someone.”

Lucas smiled and rushed to Yardley, grabbing its fur in an embrace. The Yeti’s face changed again, turning back into a smile, and it lifted Lucas with one arm so he could wrap his arms around the thick, white fur of Yardley’s neck. Yardley walked over to where Dana was crying and looked down at the girl, smiling. She stopped immediately, and he picked her up in his other arm, bringing Lucas and Dana together and sitting down on the floor next to her crib.

“There are so many Bad Things,” Lucas said. “I didn’t think anybody would come.”

“Yes, there are a lot of Bad Things,” Yardley agreed. “But if you can believe in them, can’t you believe in the Good Things too?”

Lucas smiled, understanding for the first time.

In the morning, Mommy and Daddy were surprised that they woke up on their own, and not thanks to the efforts of an exuberant Lucas bouncing on their bed at five a.m. Once seven rolled around, Mommy went to get the baby – it was time to feed her anyway — while Daddy decided to wake up Lucas.  When he opened the door to his son’s room, though, he wasn’t there.

“Lucas? Lucas, where’d you go?”

“It’s okay, Pierce, he’s in the baby’s room. Come here, you’ve got to see this.”

Daddy walked to the door to Dana’s room, and hugged Mommy when he saw what was there. Lucas was on the floor next to the crib, fast asleep. Dana was lying on her big brother’s chest, dozing peacefully, and next to her Lucas was clutching the Yardley doll. The three of them together like that was the most peaceful scene Daddy could ever remember seeing.

“Beautiful,” Mommy said.

“See?” Daddy replied. “I told you it was toyetic.”


A reminder

Hey, guys. I don’t really have the time for a serious blog post tonight, I’m afraid. I’ve got NaNoWriMo to occupy my time, both of my jobs (the one that pays and the one that doesn’t) seem to be in a state of chaos at the moment, and to be frank, I’m kind of getting exhausted. But I press on, because I take all of these responsibilities for which I receive no monetary remuneration very seriously. Because I’m an idiot.

So as I tap away on The Pyrite War tonight, may I direct your attention to Tales of the Curtain? My new online fiction experiment, which launched a few weeks ago and where I posted a new installment just earlier today? It’s hellacool and it’s waiting for your input.


Join me in the world of THE CURTAIN

Hey, guys. As I promised on this week’s podcasts, today is the beginning of a brand new writing experiment for me, a journey I call The Curtain. The Curtain is not like anything I’ve ever attempted before. It’s not a novel, nor a short story, a comic book script, or anything else of the sort. What it is, instead, is a series of ongoing and (sometimes) interconnected prose stories that all happen to take place in the same “universe.” The story of this world begins one October 15, when something happens that causes simultaneous events the world over of supernatural creatures and monsters of all sorts suddenly appearing and making themselves known.  The story really picks up in earnest, however, about five years later, in a world where many people have come to believe in and accept these creatures as real, but many others still deny their existence.

The Curtain will be told in short installments, a scene a day, that will rotate between a large number of characters. We’ll also rotate between many different kinds of monsters, including (but by no means limited to)vampires, zombies, werewolves, lava men, creatures from mythology and folklore, and the sort of giant beasts that tend to climb out of the ocean and beat the crap out of Japan from time to time. Some stories will be short (maybe just a scene or two). Others will be very long-term (such as the quest of many of our heroes to discover just why the Dark Things of the world climbed out of the woodwork all at the same time). Every story will begin with an ending in mind, but not every character will end that way. Basically, I’m trying to give myself the freedom to go from one character or group of characters whenever the whim strikes me.

The hope is that this will allow me to constantly have this world evolve by introducing new characters, new creatures, and new combinations of them all. Some of these characters will meet and interact. Some never will. Some will never have the chance. Some stories will be funny, some will be adventures, some (hopefully) will be even a little frightening. But ultimately, I hope this will something that both I and whatever readers I can accumulate will grow to enjoy.

This experiment begins today, Oct. 24, when I post the first scene from the world of the Curtain. In the week before Halloween, I will post a scene a day, laying the groundwork for this world. After Halloween, you can expect two updates a week, on Tuesday and Friday. (At least at first — I reserve the right to increase the frequency if I think I can handle it.) Each character and monster thread will appear in the “category” section over on the bottom of the main page. Furthermore, I’ll maintain lists of the Curtain scenes both in chronological order and sorted by character. And yes, some of those characters will cross over.

Readers are invited to follow the tales of the Curtain however they want. You can read each new post on Tuesdays and Fridays. You can go to the “Character Threads” page and read only those scenes pertaining to certain characters. You can go back to the beginning and follow the story as it unfolds. It’s up to you.
The story begins today with the first scene, Treasures of Egypt. In the next seven days, you’ll meet many of the monsters of the world of the Curtain, as well as a few of the heroes, although we’ll encounter many more of them in the coming weeks. You can follow the new scenes by visiting me at Tales of the

Thanks for your time, guys. I hope you have fun with this new little game of mine.


Beta Readers Wanted for THE CURTAIN

Hey, friends — as I’ve mentioned, at the end of October I’m going to begin a new writing experiment, The Curtain, which I’ve mentioned here before. It’s going to be an ongoing experiment that I’ll keep going for as long as I am able/am interested. But as I prepare to launch it in a few weeks, I’ve noticed something that kind of disturbs me… so far, nobody has read any of it but me. Well, Erin has, but as my sweet, wonderful, beautiful girlfriend, her opinion (while appreciated) is kind of biased.

So what I’m looking for are a couple of people who’d be willing to take a look at scenes prior to being posted and offer me their frank, unbiased opinions. I don’t want you to tear me a new one just for the fun of it, but I do want people who are willing to give me their honest thoughts, suggestions, and feedback. In other words, I’d like a few volunteer editors. The only requirement I ask is that you have or are willing to install the free version of Dropbox, just because I think it’ll be easiest to share the doc files that way. If you’d be interested, drop me an e-mail at or private message me on Twitter or Facebook. I’m only going to accept a few people, so no hard feelings if you don’t make it in under the wire.

Thanks in advance, all.


Things I’ve learned from The Curtain

A couple of weeks ago I mentioned a new writing experiment of mine, The Curtain. I’m not going to reiterate everything about it here, not when there’s a perfectly good blog entry about it that you’re welcome to read, but I think I’ve decided to debut the first few scenes in this experiment during the week of Halloween, then continue to roll them out at a rate of two or three a week afterwards. This will give me time to bank several scenes before I start, and in fact, I’ve been working on that for a few weeks now.

As I work on it, though, I’ve learned a few interesting things.

  1. As a writer, bouncing between characters can actually be a lot of fun.
  2. The “notes” function on my iPod is invaluable, as I keep coming up with characters (both heroes and monsters) that would be fun to throw into this world and I don’t know exactly when or how I’ll introduce them yet. A quick sentence or two is enough to bank the idea until I decide what to do with it.
  3. Ideas I had long ago, as it turns out, weren’t “lost” at all — they were just waiting around in the back of the subconscious until I found a home for them.
  4. World-building is fun for me. I just hope that when people read the stories, they’ll be able to piece the world together.
  5. TV Tropes is your friend. Seriously. Whether you’re trying to avoid a pitfall or just trolling for ideas, TV Tropes is your friend.

What is The Curtain?

As of late, in-between recording Other People’s Heroes and rewrites on Opening Night of the Dead, I’m been furiously writing away on a new project I call The Curtain. As I’ve mentioned it here several times, I thought it may be interesting to tell you a little about it. What is The Curtain, you may ask? Well… it’s not a novel (although it may someday be seen in book form) and it’s not a podcast (although I may someday run segments from it on the Evercast). It’s a different sort of writing experiment, but it all stems from one very specific incident.

At exactly 8 a.m. on October 15 (Greenwich Mean Time), monsters begin to arise around the world. Zombies, vampires, werewolves. Japanese yokai and Gaelic draugr. Giant beasts from the bottom of the sea and angry men from the center of the Earth. All. At. Once.

Despite so many events happening at once, many people refuse to believe in the phenomenon, dismissing it as hysteria or publicity stunts gone awry. For many others, though, the news of the attacks comes as confirmation of something they’ve believed deep down their whole lives — the dark places of the world are real, and the things that inhabit those places are beasts. These aren’t misunderstood monoliths or passionate lovers living under a curse. In this world, the zombies crave flesh, the sea-beast will destroy whatever disturbed it, and if a vampire looks at you with lust in his eyes it’s the same lust a starving man has when he sees a perfectly-grilled steak. For these people, the curtain has been pulled aside to reveal the truth about the world in which they live.

The Curtain will be an ongoing experiment in presenting multiple stories simultaneously, each existing in the same world. There will be no single protagonist in this world, but rather, we will follow the adventures and exploits of several people as they survive and, in some cases, thrive. Heroes, everyday people and monsters alike will take center stage for a time, then fade into the background as someone else’s story will be taken up. Installments will be brief, and will range from one-off tales to chapters of a longer saga featuring one or more of our characters. Some stories will run along the horrific, others will be funny, others will be action-adventure at my humble best. The multiple stories will be free to intermingle with one another whenever logic (or the writer’s sense of fun) demands it. That’s not to say there will never be a novel set in the world of The Curtain. In fact, I’ve already written two… and published one. (I’ll give you a hint: it’s the one that’s not Other People’s Heroes). There may also be short stories — one of which you’ve heard if you’ve listened to The Evercast since the beginning.

And this is not a story that has a specific ending in mind. Oh, each of the individual story arcs will end. I won’t begin an arc without an ending in mind. But even though this is prose, the structure will be more like a comic book or television series, with an eye towards the long term and the intention of telling stories in this setting indefinitely, allowing it to grow and mature as the storyteller’s imagination does. There will be larger arcs — in fact, much of what I’m thinking of as “Act I” will be about uncovering just what happened to cause all of these incidents to begin at the same time — but as of right now, I’ve got no “final act” in mind. Nor do I want one.

I’ve written the first five “scenes” already, and I’m looking at other stories that I’ve started and abandoned (including, yes, that one) to see if they can be adapted to fit into this new experiment. And most importantly, I’m excited as I work. And that may be the most important element of all.

I don’t know exactly when I’ll begin sharing the stories of the Curtain with you, but each time I sit in front of the computer, I feel confidant that it will be soon.

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