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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.

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Interviews by Women in Horror

Mothers of the Roundtable Author Spotlight: Elizabeth R. McClellan

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

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...

New Fiction by Women in Horror

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Classic Fiction by Women in Horror

The Invisible Girl, Mary Shelley

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.