The Ideal Candidate

I'm excited and honored to announce that I have a new book out on Occult Press. The Ideal Candidate collects a previously unpublished novella (the title story) and two previously uncollected short stories. The contents are as follows: 

The Ideal Candidate

The Embassy at Fontainebleau

A Token Derangement of the Senses

The book can be ordered in three editions: A fine thread-stitched paperback book, limited to 100 copies, a lettered hardcover edition bound in sumptuous copper cloth with silver foiling on cover and spine, limited to 26 copies, and a deluxe brown leather edition with gold foiling on cover and spine, limited to 20 copies. Images of the hardcover and leather editions coming soon. 

https://occultpress.net/the-ideal-candidate/

A new full collection, Saint Severina's Fire, is still pending publication. A lot is going into this book, so the printing is taking a little longer than expected. From what I've seen so far, the wait will be well worth it.

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     Precisely in the center of the sizable door, beneath a wilting, white hibiscus that had been affixed to the surface with a single, blackened nail, was found a curling scrap of yellowed paper with a typewritten word in smudged, blue ink. The word, Remit, appeared perfectly intractable, as if etched into the soul of the house itself. What’s more, no matter how hard he tried, Sylvester was unable to remember its meaning. He was certain he’d heard it in passing before and had probably used it himself on occasion, yet it hung in his mind like a half-remembered melody that refused to coalesce.
     Above the door was a wooden sign that read Hotel Noturno in dark red letters. While it didn’t look anything like a hotel, Sylvester was relieved that he’d at least come to the right place. He stepped inside to find a room so dim that he was scarcely able to see. An overhead bulb shed a listless glow, its deficiency blooming like a radiant flower, just barely revealing a console table and the beginning of a corridor. The latter proceeded into stifling darkness. Just as he was looking for a notice or a sign, anything at all that might inform him where to go or what to do, he was startled by the sound of a woman’s voice. It was a little bit distant and slightly muffled, but the words were clear enough: “Oh, good LORD!”