Wings of Feather and Wax

Ghastly Beastly Nasty Thingies. Dubious creatures of the night and beyond. Werewolves. Ghosts. Vampires. Demons. Witches. Politicians. Monsters. Robots. Parents. Nazis. All of the ghastly beastly nasty thingies that keep us awake. And a few more beasties, just for the fun. And, oh, writing these stories was fun! This fantastika collection is a tongue-in-cheek bestiary where character is more important than plot. Clever quips may occur. No great scares like hillbilly cannibals, or...
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Ghastly Beastly Nasty Thingies. Dubious creatures of the night and beyond. Werewolves. Ghosts. Vampires. Demons. Witches. Politicians. Monsters. Robots. Parents. Nazis. All of the ghastly beastly nasty thingies that keep us awake. And a few more beasties, just for the fun. And, oh, writing these stories was fun! This fantastika collection is a tongue-in-cheek bestiary where character is more important than plot. Clever quips may occur. No great scares like hillbilly cannibals, or ax-slashing lunatics, no faceless hockey masks, or even the common, mundane inhuman horrors that jump out of the daily police reports. No great atrocities. Small splatters of blood here and there. Well... a few not so small splatters. Let us remember that behind every monster is usually a man. Or Man. Let's start with the best story I have ever written. The Bicycles Were Gravestones