Weirdmonger Nemonicon Synchronised Shards by D F Lewis (2 results)

Hardcover. Condition: Poor. Dust Jacket Condition: Very Good. Numbered, limited edition. The collection of supernatural stories previously published between 1987 and 1999. This edition published in an edition of 50 copies by Cold Tonnage Books and signed on the limitation page by the author. Very good in blue cloth and pictorial wrapper with a small impact mark to the base of the cloth and wrapper (see photos). Signed by Author(s).

Hardcover. Condition: Very good. Dust Jacket Condition: very good. Limited Edition. Limited Edition. Hardcover. Signed by the author in ink to special publisher's page at front. Dated 30/4/04 and hand-numbered 25 of 50 copies. 9 1/4" X 6 1/4". 383pp. Book presents nicely with unclipped dust jacket wrapped in protective archival sleeve. Very mild shelf wear to covers, corners, and edges of jacket. Bound in blue paper over boards with spine lettered in gilt. Slight lean to spine. Pages are clean and unmarked. Binding is sound. This harcover eition of Weirdmonger is limited to 50 signed and numbered copies for distribution by Cold Tonnage Books. This is copy number 25. ABOUT THIS BOOK: Collects sixty-seven short, weird stories, all written and published between 1987-1999. DF Lewis is a legend among readers of fantasy and horror fiction. These days he devotes his creative energies to editing his annual magazine Nemonymous, in which authors identities are revealed only in the subsequent issue. Now Lewis has a big collection of his own heteromorphic short fiction in print: Weirdmonger is a substantial volume of often insubstantial pieces. Insubstantial only in terms of length, that is. Lewis writes some of the shortest short stories around and still makes them work. The long ones work, too. Its possible to detect the influence of English horror writer Ramsey Campbell, especially in the puns and wordplay, while the spirit of the American short story writer H P Lovecraft infuses every paragraph. The Scar Museum finds the curator of that establishment arriving in a seaside spa town where he is confronted with more cicatrices than he can handle. He is enjoying a drink in a hotel bar when he notices a young woman sat opposite, her scars like tug-of-war teams competing for the bridge of her nose. The consequences of the ensuing meeting, as ever with Lewis, are both horrible and wonderful.(Publisher).