Thursday, October 22, 2015

The Lord Came at Twilight - Available for Kindle

Very pleased to announce my 2014 collection The Lord Came at Twilight is available for purchase from Amazon as a Kindle ebook. 


Opening story "The Hollow" can be read in its entirety via the "Look Inside" function while Simon Strantzas' Introduction -- also included within the free sample -- provides some illuminating insight into the collection's various influences (HP Lovecraft, MR James, HR Wakefield, etc) as well as its place within the context of the ongoing Weird Renaissance.

Here is what some kind folks had to say about the collection when it was first released in the spring of 2014:

“Reading the stories in this wonderful debut collection from Daniel Mills is like waking into an older, haunted America. The God of the Puritans holds sway, with terrible power and terrible beauty. The night is wondrous with spirits. Though these stories bear the influence of Hawthorne, Lovecraft, and Palliser, the numinous dread fills them is his alone. Mills recalls to us America's own dark wood, and it is lovely to behold.”
-- Nathan Ballingrud, author of North American Lake Monsters

“The Lord Came At Twilight is silk-smooth and as dark as the shaft of an off boarded-over mine. Mills takes us that place and drops us in. He's kind enough to flash the lamp light down upon us now and again, so we can glimpse the claw-marks on the rock, the bones, the moving shadows... A terrifically affecting collection.”
-- Laird Barron, author of The Beautiful Thing that Awaits Us All

“Daniel Mills is the Janus of supernatural fiction. His gaze is fixed on both the genre’s past masters and on realms never before explored. The tales in this book are haunting and are woven with a most eloquent darkness.”
-- Richard Gavin, author of At Fear’s Altar

“The stories in Daniel Mills’s excellent collection have their roots in the grand tradition of the American Gothic that begins in Poe and Hawthorne and flows through such descendants as Chambers and Ligotti. Tales in the truest sense of the word, these narratives range through the styles and conventions of their predecessors, but in a way that is distinct from mere pastiche, however loving. Instead, these stories inhabit the modes of the past as a means to approaching a profound darkness, one physical and metaphysical. A pleasure to read, Daniel Mills’s fiction would draw approving nods from any of the austere presences in whose literary footsteps he is following.”
-- John Langan, author of The Wide Carnivorous Sky

"Mills has a poetic and visionary style of his own, capable of uncovering the beauty in horror and the horror in beauty. He has Lovecraft's ability to evoke awe and wonder, but he avoids the old writer's hysterical edge and tendency to adjectival excess. The Lord Came at Twilight is a significant and sophisticated contribution to modern weird fiction."
-- Reggie Oliver, author of Flowers of the Sea

“Elegant and subtle, Daniel Mills' remarkable debut Revenants was a gift, and with The Lord Came At Twilight, he returns with a collection of graceful hauntings that bring the full range of his eerie and deeply unsettling literary powers to bear. You, lucky reader are about to be taken on a journey with a true Lord of Twilight... I envy you.”
-- Joseph S. Pulver, Sr., author of The Orphan Palace

Monday, August 17, 2015

2015 NecronomiCon Providence

NecronomiCon 2015 is this upcoming weekend in Providence, RI. 2013's NecronomiCon ranks among my favorite convention experiences to date and so -- despite the rather hectic nature of life post-fatherhood -- I am pleased to say I will once more be in attendance as a guest.

My schedule for the weekend is shown below. Apart from the events below you can probably find me in the dealer room, round the gaming tables, or at the hotel bar. Very much looking forward to catching up with auld acquaintance and to making many new friends as well.

Also: be sure and keep an eye out for The Doom that Came to Providence, a limited edition booklet which will be available only at the convention and includes my 1,000-word short-short “The Breaking.”

Friday, August 21, 2015
4:00 pm - 5:15 pm
AUTHOR READINGS
L’Apogee, Biltmore 17th Floor.
With Laird Barron, Sean Hoade, Daniel Mills, and Robert Waugh

Saturday, August 22, 2015
9:00 am - 10:15 am
PANEL DISCUSSION: "ONLY IN DREAMS"
Garden Room, Biltmore 2nd Floor.
An examination of Lovecraft’s Dreamlands and the characters, creations, and places therein. With Richard Gavin, Cody Goodfellow, John Langan, Dan Mills, Jason Thompson. Moderator: Simon Strantzas

2:30 pm - 3:45 pm
PANEL DISCUSSION: "CHAMBERS AND THE KING IN YELLOW"
Grand Ballroom, Biltmore 17th Floor.
Thanks to the television show True Detective, and the work of Chambers enthusiasts like Joe Pulver, this long-forgotten writer is better known than ever before. But what EXACTLY is “The King in Yellow” and why is it important? This panel discusses Chambers’ trail-blazing book, what effect it might have had on Lovecraft, and why it is gaining more readers today. With Richard Lai, Dominique Lamssies, Tom Lynch, Daniel Mills, Joseph Pulver. Moderator: Alex Houstoun.

4:00 pm - 5:15 pm
BOOK LAUNCH and AUTHOR READINGS
L’Apogee, Biltmore 17th Floor.
Aickman’s Heirs author readings and discussion
Aickman’s Heirs is an anthology of strange, weird tales by modern visionaries of weird 
fiction in the milieu of Robert Aickman, the master of strange and weird tales. Join editor Simon Strantzas and contributors Michael Cisco, Richard Gavin, John Langan, David Nickle, Daniel Mills, and Michael Wehunt for short readings, snacks, and a book signing.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Spring Snow

Website exclusive: this short prose poem consists of four roughly-metered sections corresponding to the seasons and inspired by my admiration for the sonnets of E.A. Robinson.

He came down the mountain, the girl on his back—his daughter, we said, for she looked so young—and him stooped and shuffling, hobbling along, grown brittle with years and palsied with lack. None would shelter him though he walked for miles down streets of huddling shacks and passed beyond the smokeless stacks of the brick factory. He never talked. The spring snow flew, more gray than white, then red the weeds in which he lay. He smiled, dead, and on his chest we saw those poppies laid. The girl? Of her we had no sight but heard (we thought) a crying child, and flowers filled the tracks she made.

White violets first, then lilies, returning of a year, while all round cedars twisted and spread like moth-wings laced to roof over the heads of girls who went to pick the blossoms there. Among them was my youngest Anne and Rose her older sister: she passed beyond the summer grove and met the boy who went unclothed and laughing chased him through the trees. When Anne came back, she was alone and begged for me to rise and go with her before the dusk-light died. We fled outside down dusty roads and found Rose where the lilies grow, asleep, but with such dreams behind her eyes.

The leaves were on the ground. He knocked and set the dogs to barking and sent me downstairs in my stockings to crack the door, to peer outside. His talk was soft and smooth and fine as was his coat of rabbit’s fur, his gray silk suit and tie, but his hair was black and tangled, dry, and I knew what he’d come back for. They wed before the roaring hearth with Rose dressed up as for a death and glowing like the sun through rain. Her moaning woke me in the dark. She screamed, it seemed, and stole my breath, as at her birthing years ago, and all her mother’s pain.

Her light we glimpsed that night alone though white as snow sufficed to burn the soul from him who had returned and scorch the marrow in his bones. Or so we said, for such the change we saw in him as winter fell and bent him fast so none could tell the weight he wore about him like great age. Then came the New Year and the storm when snowfall swam out of the trees and breached the ground in fountains. They left. I listened to their steps resound, the echoes breaking east from town and making for the mountain.

Monday, January 12, 2015

2014: Year in Review

A couple of weeks late, perhaps, but my 2014 Year in Review is up over at Geek Mountain StateHere's a small sample:
It was a fairly eventful year, professionally. However, the accomplishments I’ve described above were all eclipsed in the autumn by the birth of my first child — an event that transfigured my life utterly, leading me to redefine myself as a husband and father. The transition to fatherhood was a beautiful one, if also challenging, and I was fortunate enough to be surrounded by family and friends throughout, all of whom proved incredibly patient and kind. The horror community was likewise supportive, to the extent that I often found myself staring at my computer screen, dazed and dizzied with gratitude. To all of you: thank you.
Check out the rest of the article here.