
Pat Rushin reads from his novel, The Call, which has been described as “like Waiting for Godot with high-speed internet access.”

Acclaimed horror editor Ellen Datlow reads from The Doll Collection, plus a bonus Q&A with Usman T. Malik.

The hair on his head is gone, but his eyebrows still inch across his face like two black caterpillars playing a polite game of chicken. His body may be down for the count, but his face still has it going on. Each day of the week there’s a different colored cap on his head, and…

There’s a section of New York State, on the eastern border of Lake Ontario, where the town names make you feel like you’ve gone around the world. I read the names out loud to my two-year-old daughter—Mexico, Syracuse, Rome, Poland—as I watch the snow swirl around the dark streets outside the bus windows. We are…

Sure, it’s bad now. Nobody notices the jumpers anymore ’cause there’re too many of them. But back then it was actually bad. Dark times in Seattle. The bubble had burst, the dot-coms had crashed, and a lot of those high-lifers got dumped on their asses. Wasn’t the first time, of course. My old man had…