Bloodthirsty reindeer, velociraptors on a red-eye flight to Houston, a demonic house-cat, bat creatures from the clouds of Jupiter, a town besieged by carnosaurs, an inhuman defender, a ring of unimaginable power, a mother and her son on the run from prehistoric terror, a murdered thing whose memory will not die--these are just some of the forces you'll encounter in this compendium of the monstrous. But beware: The natural (and the supernatural) world are red in tooth in claw ...

Tooth and Claw: A Bestiary

Dark horse/'därk '?hôrs/noun1. a candidate or competitor about whom little is known but who unexpectedly wins or succeeds."a dark-horse candidate"Join us for a monthly tour of writers who give as good as they get. From hard science-fiction to stark, melancholic apocalypses; from Lovecraftian horror to zombies and horror comedy; from whimsical interludes to tales of unlikely compassion--whatever it is, if it's weird, it's here. So grab a seat before the starting gun fires, pour yourself a glass of strange wine, and get ready for the running of the dark horses. In this issue:MARBLINGRobert HelfstCORPORATE AMERICARichard Flores IVDISH BRAINJohn Andrew KarrHIVE OF ASTERIONMack W. Mani and C. Clark CoslorTHE WINE DARK PASSAGEWayne Kyle SpitzerHOUSE OF FATHERSDavid LewisCOLUMBIAForest King-WildsA FRIEND OF THE FAMILYThomas KodnarMOMMA SAIDA. Elizabeth HertingBONE FLUTEStephen Thomson

Dark Horses: The Magazine of Weird Fiction No. 25 | February 2024 - Dark Horses Magazine, #25

Dark horse/'därk '?hôrs/noun1. a candidate or competitor about whom little is known but who unexpectedly wins or succeeds."a dark-horse candidate" Join us for a monthly tour of writers who give as good as they get. From hard science-fiction to stark, melancholic apocalypses; from Lovecraftian horror to zombies and horror comedy; from whimsical interludes to tales of unlikely compassion--whatever it is, if it's weird, it's here. So grab a seat before the starting gun fires, pour yourself a glass of strange wine, and get ready for the running of the dark horses. In this issue: A DAY WITH DADDYBrian J. Smith A GOOD NAMEMalcolm Todd APOCALYPTOPHILIAMatthew Wollin JUST BREATHEDL Shirey KING RATH. V. Patterson SACRIFICE FLYJohn Prather THE SPECTACULAR DEATH OF BILLY NICHOLSJoel Fishbane VICTORY IN DEATHJR Blanes NEVER SWIM ALONEClay Waters THE DREAMING CITYWayne Kyle Spitzer

Dark Horses: The Magazine of Weird Fiction No. 15 | April 2023 - Dark Horses Magazine, #15

When a black road grader begins stalking the streets of Schenectady, NY, its residents soon find that the road to Hell is paved ... in blood!Detective Rowe: Let's go back now-to when you first saw it move. Is that all right?Westbrook: Sure. Like I said, I'd just woken up from the dream when I heard it, just rumbling across the field where they'd been working on the road-Detective Rowe: The I-890-North Schenectady Corridor. Westbrook: Sure, I guess. So I went to my window-you know, to see what was going on, and saw it sputtering to a stop near the office trailers and other equipment-which were all covered in snow-just shutting down with a rattle, like it had been running for a long time. That's when I first noticed it, how clean it was-there was no snow on it at all. Like-Detective Rowe: But it was there when you went to sleep, isn't that correct?Westbrook: Yes, of course. Covered in snow. It hadn't moved since December, when they had that accident-you know, where the worker was killed. Detective Rowe: Clarke. The foreman. I seem to recall they had several accidents; including when they rammed into that layer of concrete. Westbrook: (inaudible)Detective Rowe: What?Westbrook: The Meyers. James and Mia. That's where the concrete was at. I used to talk with them sometimes, before the accid-Detective Rowe: You knew them?Westbrook: Before the traffic accident. The one with the semi. Last summer. Detective Rowe: Yes, I seem to recall that too. Something about them accelerating out of control-Westbrook: I think they did it. Detective Rowe: I'm sorry?Westbrook: The bugs. Detective Rowe: The . bugs. Westbrook: (inaudible): In the concrete. Where the Meyers buried them. At least, until the road grader came along.

Death Grader

Dark horse/'därk '?hôrs/noun1. a candidate or competitor about whom little is known but who unexpectedly wins or succeeds."a dark-horse candidate"Join us for a monthly tour of writers who give as good as they get. From hard science-fiction to stark, melancholic apocalypses; from Lovecraftian horror to zombies and horror comedy; from whimsical interludes to tales of unlikely compassion--whatever it is, if it's weird, it's here. So grab a seat before the starting gun fires, pour yourself a glass of strange wine, and get ready for the running of the dark horses. In this issue:QUESTIONS A MAN OUGHT NOT TO ASKElizabeth BroadbentSTRANGE WATERSteve CarrHOLY MOUNTAINC. J. ScuffinsTHE DEVIL'S TRIANGLEWayne Kyle SpitzerMAKE IT A DOUBLEWarren BenedettoTHE UNSCARED CROWCody NowackSTRONGMAN SAFARIMark MellonTHE GECKO KINGSam FletcherBIRTH STORYTaryn Martinez

Dark Horses: The Magazine of Weird Fiction | August 2022 | No. 7 - Dark Horses Magazine, #7

After breaking their sworn oaths in a fit of forbidden passion, a sacrificial bride (Shekalane) and her fearsome escort (the ferryman Dravidian) find themselves alone and on the run in the subterranean river-world of Ursathrax."Do you know what it is?" he said at last. She studied it, nodding slowly. "I think so. It's a doorway, of sorts. It's what awaits on the other side of death."Dravidian nodded. "It is what Montair speaks of. Not death-but transition. For what winks out in one place winks on in another, always." He stared at the fountain, his eyes seeming to dream. "If I were to step through that door ..." He turned to face her. "Would you come with me?"She looked at him longingly-at his fearsome mask-but hesitated. She trusted him, and yet, was this not how death would come? As a whispering seduction?"I don't know yet, " she said. There was a soft hiss as he depressed the pad at his temple and swung the mask around to his back, then moved his lips to within a few centimeters of her own and paused, breathing slowly, seeming to draw her own breaths from her. "But you would consider it .""But, Dravidian, where would we go? How would we survive?"He cupped her face in his hands. And though he was too close for her to see his face clearly, his beautiful eyes with their golden irises and Stygian pupils drew her in inexorably, like black holes with golden linings, if such a thing were even possible, and she whispered, "I would step through it ..."He took her in his arms and drew her slowly against him. "And would you find the strength within yourself to persevere even when the world turns its cold face against us?""Yes, " she rasped."Then run with me, Shekalane. To the end of Ursathrax and beyond ." And he gently but firmly locked his lips with her own.

Dead World: A Heroic Dark Fantasy Epic in the Horror/Macabre Tradition

"Those I can hear, " said Luna-and began retreating up the stairs again. "They only talk when they're about to attack."Williams, meanwhile, had focused on Ank. "Jesus . it called me by name."Ank stared at him from beneath his brow. Williams nodded slowly. "But how in God's name? The only one who knew our names was . Unless-"Williams misted up as he thought of the saloon girl who had shown him such affection. "I won't shoot them, then.""I said I won't shoot them, " he snapped, and turned toward Luna, who was cowering at the top of the stairs. "We'll have to find another way." To Luna he said: "It's all right, sweetie. Everything's going to be all right.""Meh, " Williams sighed angrily and moved toward the building's front windows, which Ank had blocked with pinball machines and video games, with only partial success. Ank lumbered after him, the tiled floor cracking beneath his elephantine feet. "Go away!" Williams hissed. He peeked around one of the machines and saw the raptors lined up in the gathering dark, waiting to make their move, waiting to rush the snack bar and overwhelm them, waiting to kill them or, worse, to turn them into creatures like themselves."Are you talking to me?" whined the girl, her voice seeming to bleed as if cut by invisible knives. "Why would you want me to go away all of a sudden?""No-that's not what I meant-I ."Williams held up his rifle-pressed his forehead against it."Come out, Williams!""Yes, my love, come out!" A new voice. Her voice. Katrina. Williams squeezed his eyes shut. And then they were coming, he could hear their growls and the tapping of their awful sickle-claws against the cracked and broken pavement, and Ank was charging past him, breaking through the windows and walls, roaring defiantly, and when Williams looked up he saw the dinosaurs collide like thunderheads, heard Luna scream her piercing, drill bit scream, and knew they'd never make it to Barley, to say nothing of Tanelorn.

The Complete Ank and Williams

Still he continued: "The wall was necessary. It was necessary, okay? Look, we had to. We had to. People say the money could have been better spent-that it didn't need the spikes, say, or the gangway for the guards, or the mote. But I play into people's fantasies. People may not always think big themselves, but they can still get very excited by those who do. That's why a little hyperbole never hurts. People want to believe that something is the biggest and the greatest and the most spectacular. In the case of my wall, it is the biggest and the greatest and the most spectacular-I mean, have you seen it? Beautiful. Beautiful. Wouldn't you say, Coup?"Coup looked around as people started to wake up. "Well, I-I guess as far as walls go-it's a monster, that's for sure. Makes for some great shade. About 50-billion dollars' worth."Nobody said anything."I take it you don't agree, " said the President."I'd say your instinct on that is flawless, " said Coup. He looked the man squarely in the face. "As always."Tucker just looked back-his large eyes puffy and purple, his brow furrowed. It was pretty clear that he wasn't used to being challenged-on anything. "What's not coming through anymore, Coup?"Abbie yawned and tried to intervene woozily. "Has anyone eaten anything? I'm starving .""No, no, no. What's not coming through anymore?"Coup pinched the bridge of his nose, already tired with the conversation. "Look, how about we just leave it-""Murderers, Coup. Drug runners. Human traffickers. Bing bing, bong bong, bing bing. You name it. Rapists .""Murderers and rapists .""Well, someone was doing the raping, Coup! I mean, somebody was doing it. Who was doing the raping? Who was doing the raping?""Jesus, I was doing raping, can we drop it, si?" said Johnny from Tuscan, and stood, leaving the group. Tucker and Coup looked at each other as Briggs straightened in his chair."Going to I. D. him, Chief?" said Coup, his eyes still locked with the President. And then something thumped against the window and everyone jumped, and when they all focused on it they saw an enormous tri-clawed hand pressed open-palmed against the glass; a hand which moved downward as they watched so that the tips of its claws scraped like fingernails on a chalkboard. Then it was gone, retreating into the gloom-within which Coup saw a massive shape shift and move forward, even as another massive shape crossed opposite it, so that it was clear to him that whatever had touched the window was not alone.

Heat Wave 4: The Dinosaur Apocalypse Has Begun - Dinosaur Apocalypse, #7

She didn't respond right away but only continued to stroke Ank, who's stony texture seemed to fascinate her endlessly. At length she said, "Okay, " and turned one of its dials, and the room was immediately filled with the slightly raspy voice of a woman, who continued, ". if you're heading our way through Shadow Canyon, following that beautiful river, perhaps, be advised there's a pair of allosaurs operating in that area we call Lenny and Squiggy, and stay alert. And while we'd prefer you didn't kill them if in fact you are armed, we wouldn't recommend you get too friendly with them either. Once again this is Radio Free Montana, nestled just south of Paradise at Barley's Hot Springs Resort, where we've got power, lights, food, and about three-hundred survivors who'd love nothing more than to meet you. But be advised as always: if you're a marauder or a carpetbagger, you won't like what we've prepared for you. So take a little advice from Bella Ray and don't even try it. And on that it's another round of AC/DC . for those struggling to get here even now, we salute you!"

Tooth and Claw: A Bestiary

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