Rue Morgue (Nov. 08, Issue 84) has this to say about Orgy of Souls:
“Like a twisted Gemini, two brothers - Samuel, a dying priest, and Samson, a superficial party boy - are seeking salvation. Samuel is hoping to live out his last days in service to God, while Samson collects souls to save him in [...]
“Paying It Forward” by Michael A. Burstein
Appears in I Remember the Future: The Award-Nominated Stories of Michael A. Burstein
“Lizzie’s Pears” by Brandy Schwan (PDF)
&
“Nothing to Gein” (PDF)
Both appears in Catacombs and Photographs
“Under the Dryer” by Fran Friel
Appears in Mama’s Boy and Other Dark Tales
First chapter of Orgy of Souls by Wrath James White and Maurice [...]
Since starting Apex Publications, I’ve never had much luck with the USPS. Maybe it’s a normal part of publishing, to lose so many boxes of books? I’d estimate 10% of my expenses over the past three years has went to paying for USPS screw ups.
A lot of people have asked me why I don’t buy [...]
The Battering of Burstein
Apex Publications Ramps up the Raffle to Replace Stolen and Damaged Books
November 16, 2008 - Yesterday, Apex Book Company received a shipment of hardcover copies of Michael A. Burstein’s new collection “I Remember the Future.” At least, the box was supposed to contain the book. What we [...]
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We are open to novel submissions for our book line from November 1st until November 30th.
We are looking for dark science fiction novels.
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Our Fall raffle is underway! And it seems everyday we’re adding more great items. Just today we added a “Triple Movie Pack” from Horrorview.com. A big thanks to the big man behind Horrorview.com–James Reilly.
Yep, that’s the same creepy dude whose stories appeared in Apex #7 and GRATIA PLACENTI.
For $25, you get a ticket for every item. That’s [...]
The latest edition of Apex Magazine is now available to light up your computer screen with delightful, frightful fiction, interviews, essays, and more!
New Fiction:
“Behold: Skowt!” by Jason Heller
“A Splash of Color” by William T. Vandermark
The amazing thing about both these amazing stories is that each story represented the first sale for both the authors. Who [...]
Michael A. Burstein’s collection of Nebula and Hugo award-nominated short stories, I REMEMBER THE FUTURE, is now available from Apex Publications. This collection contains most of Michael’s most popular works, including the powerful “Sanctuary” and the unforgettable “Kaddish For the Last Survivor.” Also included are two new stories, including “I Remember the Future” and a [...]
Are you ready for Halloween to be over? We aren’t! In fact, we’ve decided to hand out a whole host of treats, with only a little trick involved. That’s right! It’s time for Apex’s Annual Post-Halloween Raffle!
We’ve pulled from our high-security cellar vaults some the most fiendishly delightful goodies you’ve ever seen, like free fiction [...]
A month after returning with DNA samples, Anna sat across from me, prepping burnt umber for her family’s portrait. With mortar and pestle, she mashed kidney organelles cultured from her brother. The smell, earthy and pungent, mingled with the fragrance she wore.
My breasts continued to throb as I took the subway home. I had finally admitted to Dr. Fremont that I had minor pain, and he told me that the pain was a side effect of the treatment. He said it should fade as my body became more adapted to “servicing the aliens,” his words. But it still put me in a crappy mood.
Sadie smoothes down her long brown hair, then fastens a choker around her neck. She stares at herself in the mirror. Today her father is taking her to work, and she must be perfect. There will be other girls there, other daughters brought to work by their fathers. But her father runs the company, and so she sets the example. All who look on her must see perfection–otherwise, her father will be shamed.
My eyes are dinosaur eggs. My tongue cracks like lightning. I been there, done that, drunk it, fucked it, lived it. I am the hole in the roof where the brains leak in. I eat jerks like you for breakfast. Behold: me! Behold: Skowt!
Scrabbling for answers, he examined the thing on top of him; tracing flaps of skin, the tip of a bone, and a crinkly thatch of hair before getting to the crux of the matter. When his fingers met up with fingers that did not belong to him, he knew he was in the Moribund Room and he knew who’d put him there.
A great artist is an artist who has their own distinct voice. Their “certain something” stands out from the crowd. Certain aficionados can glance at a painting and tell a Renoir from a Picasso or a Van Gogh; they can listen to a stanza and tell Handel from Mozart or Chopin. One of my recent essays was referred to as self-indulgent crap. I could not have been more flattered. Hallelujah, I thought, I’ve finally arrived.
