I don’t know if I write folk-horror. I probably do, but in a way it’s more folk-weird, drawing on lore from before the witch panic days and the re-invented druids. Most of my work in this area is set in a Britain where things long forgotten see a chance to make their mark again. When faith is weak, and the half-world wakes. There are shadows on the moors, and in the alleys; the Children of Angles and Corners are hungry. Doubt, despair and your smallest fears are their meat.

I’ve posted folk-weird vignettes a couple of times (such as the summer rook), and I’ve just sold a related story, The Horse Road, to Lackington’s Magazine for publication in the autumn. These stories’ lighter counterparts, poking fun at Enid Blyton, H P Lovecraft, mad cults and village life, can be found in my Sandra’s First Pony series on the site (check the tag cloud, which may be up to date).

Here’s another fragment from the serious side, the Cunning Folk theme, for your amusement. This time it’s a black dog tale… Continue reading Black Dog Rising →