Women in Horror Month
March is Women in Horror Month, and we’re celebrating with a digital collection of classic and new stories from female horror, dark fantasy, and science fiction writers. Settle in, grab a cup of tea, and get ready for a smorgasbord of horror goodness.
Interviews by Women in Horror
Mothers of the Roundtable Author Spotlight: Elizabeth R. McClellan
R. Leigh Hennig gathered many of the amazing authors from Mother: Tales of Love and Terror for a council at the roundtable about writing, mothers, and horror. Join us as we pop in for a brief spotlight on how the stories of Mother, and their makers, worked their horrible magic to create this book. Author Spotlight: Elizabeth R. McClellan, author of “Passed” Q: What inspired your story? A: I had this themed call in my emotional support poetry spreadsheet, and when I read...
Mothers of the Roundtable Author Spotlight: Tehnuka
R. Leigh Hennig gathered many of the amazing authors from Mother: Tales of Love and Terror for a council at the roundtable about writing, mothers, and horror. Join us as we pop in for a brief spotlight on how the stories of Mother, and their makers, worked their horrible magic to create this book. Author Spotlight: Tehnuka, author of “Transformative Love” Q: What inspired your story? A: There were many small inspirations behind my poem - some from my own life, others not. It was...
An Evening with Brian Keene Live
Christi Nogle, Hailey Piper, Willow Dawn Becker, and John Langan had a great time talking with Brian Keene on April 26, 2023. Up for discussion- Bram Stoker nominated Mother: Tales of Love and Terror.
New Fiction by Women in Horror
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Classic Fiction by Women in Horror
The Witch by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
I have walked a great while over the snow, And I am not tall nor strong. My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set, And the way was hard and long. I have wandered over the fruitful earth, But I never came here before. Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!
The Invisible Girl, Mary Shelley
Rosina had quitted in such agony and terror. The morning light dispelled the shadows that had veiled her, and disclosed the fair person of the Invisible Girl. Altered indeed she was by suffering and woe, but still the same sweet smile played on her lips, and the tender light of her soft blue eyes were all her own.