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~ Laundry by Nina Kiriki Hoffman - 3*
Flash Fiction
Pretty "off-screen" dark. A child predator questions the mother of a young boy about "talking to strangers". "So you want that beautiful child to grow up in an atmosphere tainted at every turn by fear?" That line comes from the predator's mouth. ugh!

Another interesting line from the predator as their reminiscing about their childhood "... nobody I knew could save me, and everybody I didn't know wanted to hurt me."

This late Arkham House offering is weighed down by some real stinkers but there are enough classic stories by the likes of Wellman and Starrett as well as a few new stories notably by Joel Lane and Fred Chappell and Kealan Patrick Burke to carry the volume along.

These themed anthologies are always a dodgy affair since the theme always somewhat constrains the writers to begin with. Some of the stories end up merely name checking Poe's stories in a Where's Waldo fashion. I was tempted to skip over the less inspired fare but stuck to it since the volume is rather slim to begin with.

Interesting to say the least. Beware Leviathans!!!

Interesting to say the least. Beware Leviathans!!!

Balak is a novel by Stephen Mark Rainey published in 2000 by Wildside Press. I had my copy sitting around forever before I got around to reading it; cover price back then was $16.95 US. The cover painting is a stylized image vaguely suggestive of a sinister entity, very effective. I couldn't figure out who the artist was until she responded to a review I wrote on Amazon: Amy Sterling Casil. She also provided the art for his collection of stories, The Last Trumpet. Production qualities are good, typical for Wildside Press. Again, however, my copy is already showing some yellowing from aging. Of course I don't keep my books in plastic wrap, but this still seems a bit early for this effect, although it is not as severe as The Gardens of Lucullus (2001), which is not as bad as Dead But Dreaming (2002). Interestingly, Dagon by Chappell in the LSU Press edition has a little blurb on the title page about the book meeting standards from some sort of book longevity society; more power to 'em. Page count is 236, a nice substantial book.

Briefly, this is an excellent novel and is highly recommeded to all fans of mythos fiction, all the more so because it is a novel in a genre that better lends itself to the format of a short story. This is what all us fans expect of Stephen Mark Rainey, well known for his many stories in various anthologies.

Now spoilers will follow - you have been warned.

First of all, I had picked this novel up a few years ago, and could not get into it. The reason was that the protagonist, Claire Challis, had a 4 yr old son kidnapped. I'm a father of 2 young boys and while I don't find generally horror fiction revolving around children personally offensive or off putting, the description that he was allowed to run away from his mommy, a responsible parent, in a busy grocery store in big city struck me as absolutely grossly unbelievable (OK, this from a guy who is reading about giant alien entities....). Any parent in this day and age knows you chase them down, give them a stern warning and the second time they either end up in the cart where you ignore their squalling, or else you march them out of the store, abandoning your shopping for the time being....Look, I'm just telling you why I set it aside for a few years.

Well, Balak eventually worked its way back up to the top of my stack. The title relates to Rainey's very clever use of Biblical scripture to create a character, Balak, an ancient priest of a terrible ancient being, Golgolith, who is now represented as one of the Old Ones. Over the years Golgolith has granted power to Balak, who has done the same to his subordinates, through blood sacrifices that often involve kidnapping of children. Balak is no longer anything resembling human. His main servitors are a human pastor named Lazar and a freaky part human Nyle.

A good prequel to this book would be The Music of Erich Zann. In fact in the author's note in Rainey's collection of stories The Last Trumpet he describes an interest in the ability of music to change spiritual awareness or cause a heightening of perception. This theme is threaded into Balak as well.

A very appealing feature of Rainey's work is the well crafted prose and meticulous plotting. Claire overhears a neighbor's child being kidnapped, it turns out, by Lazar, the pastor of the Church of the Seven Stars, where Balak has the real temple to Golgolith. When she gets involved this sets events in motion that end up swallowing Claire, her boyfriend Mike Selby, his sister Nancy and eventually police detective Trotter. Balak and Lazar set their intent on using Claire as the blood sacrifice who will allow Balak to finally open up a gate for Golgolith to enter our dimension.

One thing about mythos fiction, even though it is horror, after all these years it is well, not very scary. I remember being about 14, up late at night reading Winged Death, when a huge black wasp flew into my bedroom from a window, went straight to the light fixture and disappeared inside it never to be located again. That made me jump!! Rainey had one particular passage where Nancy and Claire are having dinner while examining a figurine of Golgoltih, and while Claire steps out of the room, suddenly Nancy and the figurine vanish, as she is captured by the malevolent forces from the church. This gave me a real frisson of excitement in a way mythos fiction has not for a long time.

Events move along as first Claire and then Mike fall into the clutches of the Church of the Seven Stars, while Trotter looks for them. The final several chapters are the culmination as Lazar, Nyle and Balak attempt the ritual that will open the gate for Golgolith. The pace picks up as the book races to its exciting conclusion. There are some nicely creepy descriptions of non human entities and torments ednured by the protagonists. Here is where I have a little bit of a bone to pick with the story. I can see where the police start destroying the 7 pointed internally lit up stars around the church, incidentally at first and then more deliberately as they begin to understand their implications. It was totally internally consistent. I can also appreciate the way this works to obviate the ability of Balak to perform his ritual or even to banish the supernatural entities they have on church premises. What I thought was a little too pat was how the principal bad guys fell on one another to destroy themselves so abruptly, clearing the way to the survival of the protagonists. I could easily understand how Lazar was a pawn to be discarded to a terrible fate, but the demise of Nyle and the Sultan Tuskachimaqqua were just a bit too easy, contrived, I dunno. The abandonment of even dedicated human servitors actually is true to mythos form and so I can see how Golgolith is either indifferent to the fate of Balak or was sadistically planning to cast him aside the entire millenia he was Golgoltih's chief minion on earth. I guess it was the timing seeming too much at the service of the story to allow Mike and Claire to get away that left me ever so slightly disgruntled. A minor issue with a very good novel!

I enjoyed this book so much I zipped right through the narrative in a few too-brief hours. It is highly recommended to all fans of mythos fiction. I will now turn my attention to The Last Trumpet, another book that I never got started on for some reason. Based on this book and my enjoyment of practically everything Rainey has written, I ordered The Lebo Coven, although I ended up not liking it.

A great yarn about fighter pilots in the pacific theater during world war II. Some the horror is hidden on a small island where American Marines and Navy pilots are based. However, the action and interplay between the soldiers and descriptions of dog fights and missions are just as / or more compelling reading.½

Although this book is only about 200 pages, its contents pack a major wallop. I started this book yesterday afternoon, picked it up again after dinner, and did not stop until I was finished. At a couple of different points I had to put the book down because I had a major case of the willies -- to me, the mark of a good horror story! If a book can give me the creeps and a case of stomach knots from tension, then it's a good one. And that's exactly what I thought of the Last Trumpet. It is a very very good book of horror -- mostly mental, leaving the reader to conjure up the images the author is producing through words. It totally succeeds. I think that Rainey's strength here lies in the fact that he doesn't end up with a pastiche-type collection of Lovecraftian stories (don't get me wrong...when these are done well, I enjoy them immensely), but he manages to deliver original horrors from the unknown and then plant them squarely in realistic situations. His opening story, he notes, is taken from a dream he had when he was young. The book consists of 13 stories, all pretty much settled in the same rural area of Virginia, but each very unique and different in its own way.

I am looking forward to more from this author, and I highly recommend this one to Lovecraft readers as well as general readers of good, quality horror. If you want something to chill you to the bone, pick up this book!

I read this book at night in a howling thunderstorm which added to its ambience. It was a fun read, but not as creepy as I would have enjoyed.

Barry Riggs comes home from the big city when he learns of the disappearance of his brother Matt. Home is Aiken Mill, VA, a small town where everyone knows everyone else and everyone grew up with everyone else. When he gets to his old house (the childhood home -- his parents have both passed on and only his brother is living at the place), it is a disaster. The house has literally been ripped apart & things smashed and worst of all, written on one of the walls in big letters in blood is the word "Lebo." Barry, naturally, is somewhat in shock; he then begins to ask around town about his brother's disappearance. One person who wants to help him is Jennifer, who has been studying "the craft" of white magick, (the "ck" ending is not a typo here) and who has special "powers" that it turns out Barry is going to need for protection before the mystery is solved.

I won't say anymore...it was pretty formulaic, but at the same time, it was a fun read. I can't take stories about demons & demon worship too seriously so I had a lot of fun with it. Recommended if you like this sort of thing.