Cassilda is coming............................. .

Cassilda's sisters sing!! !

Cassilda's sisters, some of the finest writers currently creating weird fiction, want to show you the Yellow Sign~ ~~


     The black stars are up.
     Upon the shore of madness, the cloud waves break.
     The thunder of her song rises.
     Cassilda is an avalanche.
     From the breast of experience, from the shadows and tatters of the mind wounded, come the laughter and the tears now grasped by the fallen leaves of Trakl’s autumn. Cassilda’s complicated sisters, unwilling to be hidden away and boarded up, sound the thunder. Hot and colorful, in full view and shaded by the aroma of discord, they stand before you unmasked.

Here is the ToC:

Black Stars on Canvas, a Reproduction in Acrylic … Damien Angelica Walters

She Will Be Raised a Queen … E. Catherine Tobler
Yella … Nicole Cushing
Yellow Bird ... Lynda E. Rucker
Exposure … Helen Marshall
Just Beyond Her Dreaming … Mercedes M. Yardley
In the Quad of Project 327 … Chesya Burke
Stones, Maybe … Ursula Pflug
Les Fleurs Du Mal … Allyson Bird
While The Black Stars Burn … Lucy A. Snyder
Old Tsah-Hov … Anya Martin
The Neurastheniac … Selena Chambers
Dancing The Mask … Ann K. Schwader
Family  … Maura McHugh
Pro Patria! … Nadia Bulkin
Her Beginning is Her End is Her Beginning … E. Catherine Tobler & Damien Angelica Walters
Grave-Worms … Molly Tanzer
Strange is the Night … S.P. Miskowski

     Not content to be seamstresses and cleaning ladies and set dressers, the contributors to Cassilda’s Song have claimed the canon and are now the lead actors; they have created the sets and stages and written the dialogue. They control the productions.


     There are no pretenders here. The Daughters of the Yellow Sign, each a titan of unmasked fire in their own right, have parted the curtains. From Hali’s deeps and Carcosa’s gloomy balconies and Styx-black towers, come their lamentations and rage and the consequences of intrigues and follies born in Oblivion. Run into their embrace. Their carriages wait to take you from shadowed rooms and cobblestones to The Place Where the Black Stars Hang.


     Have you seen the Yellow Sign?  The Daughters of Carcosa know its message, every wound and poison, and are about to reveal its gravity to you.


Cassilda’s Song (Chaosium 2015) will be released at the Necronomicon Providence ’15 convention this August.


Cover art is by Steve Santiago!! !



 

"Supremely glad that this is only Volume 1."

This is Ed Morris’ review of my collected King in Yellow tales (just released by Lovecraft Ezine Press). As he collaborated on one of these tales, it might be bad etiquette to post it here, but writers like to post raves, so—

“Supremely glad that

this is only

Volume 1.”

It is bad form to review a work

wherein the last story is a

collaboration with your-

self, but this is a

rare case. I asked.

The favor was

granted, the

form under-

stood.

Ah, Beast, teacher, Boogeyman, the father I actually found,

Sensei, dark midnight thunderer over metaphysical canons,

This collection, this chance, this great thing that

Mike Davis did, and everyone who proofed and dare

I say peopled its pages with dank cyanide Easter-

eggs: Mike Cisco. Kat Pulver. Brandi Jording.

Karl Edward Wagner. Laird Barron. Scott

Nicolay. David Lynch. But none of them

are big enough for Beast to hide

behind, even with false modesty,

homage, canonical Jazz and Ska

when all the stops come loose,

This series of etudes in every key,

This—Ah, Beast, the drunken

night behind the ropes at a

Tuscan restaurant while

the cooks paid back the

favor they owed the

Tuscan beauty on

my arm and we

drank till

four and

jukebox'd

Swing was

almost

this good. It almost

held this much weight, but

I don't have to put it

down after every story

and process what I

just read. Me.

Me.

You never cease to meditate on

Chambers, but never stayed

there, only jumped off

from there. Every time

I think you've cheated,

you rope-a-dope both
eyelids and I go
back one page and
Oh.

Oh.

Beast don't cheat. The reader
is his mouse. We get moved
back and forth on the
page. SWAT. SWAT. A
little blood, but
more to the field
of play. [END]


You can, of course, find the book at Lovecraft eZine Press, or Amazon.


http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1511783389/ref=s9_simh_bw_p14_d0_i1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=merchandised-search-3&pf_rd_r=1B58MAVJDYCRM2ZHK5CK&pf_rd_t=101&pf_rd_p=1975016422&pf_rd_i=283155