The Greenman Stories

Long buried in a basement utility closet, moldering away under the arcane detritus of W. E. Greenman’s life (spider-infested bowling balls; thirteen buckle-up galoshes-all for the left foot; a complete, leather-bound collection of H. P. Lovecraft’s works, with illustrations by Joan MirĂ³; a walrus ivory game board of Snails & Nails, still sticky after all…

Artists Save The Galaxy!

Sam squatted beside the grotesque head and held it erect, rotating it slowly so that every surviving member of the Dione Dozen got a frontal view. The thing was heavy, and he felt the dense inflexibility of a malformed skull beneath the spongy elasticity of its scalp. Just what had they gotten themselves into, these…