Today, the mail brought me my contributor's copies of Lovecraft Unbound, in which matociquala and I appear in the excellent company of Caitlín R. Kiernan, Michael Chabon, Joyce Carol Oates, Laird Barron, Amanda Downum, and many other excellent persons, all under the aegis of Ellen Datlow. Our story, "Mongoose," is set in the same universe as "Boojum" (because that universe is seriously the Best Toy Ever) although it is not a sequel or otherwise related.

Also, I love the book design and its cunning use of fonts.

In our upstairs hallway just now, I slew a large and Goreyesque insect with my copy of H. P. Lovecraft's The Thing on the Doorstep and Other Weird Stories.

Before I could dispose of the corpse, one of our half-grown formerly feral cats came toddling along, said, Ooh, hey! Bug! And ate it.

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I've been meaning to post this HPL quote anyway, and this seems like the quintessentially opportune moment.

It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the fire. For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see. He is the soul of antique Aegyptus, and bearer of tales from forgotten cities in Meroë and Ophir. He is the kin of the jungle's lords, and heir to the secrets of hoary and sinister Africa. The Sphinx is his cousin, and he speaks her language; but he is more ancient than the Sphinx, and remembers that which she hath forgotten.

--H. P. Lovecraft, "The Cats of Ulthar"