by Charles Beaumont Satan sipped at his liquor and scrooged up his face. “This here is a highly unusual conversation,” says he. “Hmm. You want ta know what I do with souls, hey? Let’s see now: give me a minute ta study . . . Hmm. You mean, what do I do with—Well, I—That is—Hellfire,... Continue Reading →
Mass for Mixed Voices
by Charles Beaumont “I just lie awake at night and thank God that I’m bald.” Making your way through this gigantic book brings with it a revelation. You are not reading a book, you're staring directly into the imagination of one of our best speculative fiction writers, one of our best situational thinkers. As the... Continue Reading →