Since I am a life-long fan of H.P. Lovecraft, I thought it would be fun to sell a story to a magazine named after the Old Gent himself. I was somewhat less thrilled when the publisher chose not to actually print the last issue of the magazine, but to simply release it as a pdf. I was even less thrilled when the pdf they released had not been copy-edited. Accordingly my name is misspelled in H.P. Lovecraft’s Magazine of Horror, not once or even twice, but three times. And there are also a few problems with the printing of my story, which contained a good many Latin and Italian words which probably confused the spellchecker to no end.
The story is now available as a Kindle Single on Amazon, for those who might enjoy a tale of Lovecraftian horror story for the Easter holiday. It was written at the inception of my interest in the catacombs of Rome and the history of the Primitive Church, and it has proved to be very popular with Jehovah’s Witnesses, who believe it is an indictment of Satanic Idolatry, specifically the hidden worship of Dagon.
I really should write a story about Dagon.