August 23, 2009 in Tales From The Bookery
Think of it as a tropical Overlook hotel. No snow, but still plenty of phantoms and murderous impulses. The sky is always red or orange, and the intricately designed flora is always ablaze, night, day, whenever.
A letter was slipped under my door this morning. It singed my fingertips as I opened it, but I could not stop.
It was address to one Poor Sucker In The Not Too Distant Future, return address, Somewhere You Remember Not So Fondly. It’s written on hotel stationary.
I will quote it here, verbatim. Read the rest of this entry →