Prophetic tales of dark fantasy, cosmic horror, supernatural revenge, and the sorcery of terror.
Since 1923.
Cover art by Lynne Hansen
Weird Tales #365
Featuring stories and poems by…
Heather Graham
Alma Katsu
Maurice Broaddus
Fran Wilde
Priya Sharma
Anne Walsh
Yvonne Navarro
Jake Bible
Christina Sng
Jacopo della Quercia
Jezzy Wolfe
Bill Spangler
Gaby Triana
Weird Tales announces major deal with Blackstone!
We are proud to let everyone know that we are now partners with Blackstone Publishing!
Together we will be making novels and anthologies under the “Weird Tales Presents” imprint, and releasing digital and audio versions of the magazine.
By James Aquilone | Weird Tales talks with the writer, director and producer of the Howard Lovecraft animated movies.
Weird Tales contributors Victor LaValle & Lisa Morton chat about their work, weird fiction and much more.
By L. Marie Wood | Weird Tales talks with Rena Mason, whose story “To the Marrow” will appear in issue #364.
By Geneve Flynn | Weird Tales talks with Lee Murray, whose story “The Good Wife” will appear in issue #364.
By Brian Trent | Weird Tales talks with Marguerite Reed, whose story “The Beguiled Grave” appears in Issue #364.
By Jon McGoran | Weird Tales talks with Gregory Frost, whose story “Ellende” appears in Issue #364.
By Jezzy Wolfe | Weird Tales caught up with the pair for a discussion about their work together, and the challenges of poetry collaborations.
By Michael Reyes | An excerpt from the novel
During NYC’s Summer of Sam, a degenerate writer and former ward of state tries to recreate himself in the slums of the Lower East Side. But something from his past is haunting him.
By M.K. Batra MD | I stared in disbelief at the Aghori Sadhus, prophets of Shiva, eating the bloated human flesh and removing the eyes to access Madya—“wine ” from the brains of the corpses.
By John Palisano | Antoinette unfolded the letter and read it under the moonlight. Bathed in blue, she thought the clearing looked painted from the light of the moon. Fifty paces across and find the two stumps, she knew. Blood will mark them, the letter read. Then fifty paces ahead and you’ll find the midnight ones. Down at the bottom of the letter, they informed her of her role in the charade.