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Look Out, They’re Everywhere
 Listen. Do you hear that? Numbers, floating in the air around us. Trying to tell me something. Listen. It can’t be a coincidence because in my next book, The Cat Wore Black, radios come to Hawkinge-By-Hythe. People love them. Radio gives them all sorts of things. Music, news, entertainment. And when the station stops broadcasting at night, the radios transmit strange random numbers. Which gives them the willies. Then I read in Wired that plastic surgeons use the formula of the Fibonacci sequence to decide how to lift your butt. Each number in that sequence is the product of the two preceding numbers or when you divide a number by the preceding number, you get 1.6. Known as the golden ratio, that mathematical proportion makes your bum look better, according to Mario González-Ulloa, the “grandfather of buttock augmentation.”* It must mean something, right? Apart from meaning I now think of it as the Fibon-ass-i sequence. And then there are the gremlins. The original Gremlins came out in 1984. Gremlins 2 appeared 6 years later in 1990. And I just learned Gremlins 3 will be released in 2027. 37 years later. What do all these numbers mean? Don’t ask me, I’m rubbish at maths. Listen, I struggled to solve the problem of one undead girl, two graverobbers, twelve corpses and half a dozen men called Jack O’Brien (partially dead). How did I do? You tell me; I show all my work in A Grave & Dreadful Business, available here! (Only two more weeks before the ebook is available everywhere!) Chat soon, Morgan *Is that… is that a compliment?  |
Dark, Strange and Fantastic Fiction
Trusted by 500+ fans to find the fun in the funereal, the absurd in the macabre, and delight in the darkness. Join fiction author Morgan Delaney three times a week for genre-bending stories of cozy horror, dark fantasy and a brain with mind of its own...
I’m reading sci-fi at the moment, though I probably shouldn’t. I’m Irish, and we’re not used to it. When I was growing up, we had six television channels. Four English ones, and two Irish wans. In twenty years, the only sci-fi was Red Dwarf and Doctor Who. Both on the English channels, of course. After all, we Irish only recently started believing in the present. Back in the eighties, we didn’t have roads; we had strips of potholes. Condoms were prescription-only, and six of the island’s...
My mother didn’t have it easy. She didn’t even have a sense of smell. And while the rest of 1980s Ireland had miraculous moving statues, we made do with mysterious margarine. Back in those days, butter was bad and margarine was good, so young Morgan et al. all ate margarine. Sometimes my breakfast toast tasted fine with it. Some mornings the margarine was weird. A brand new tub. Just opened the previous night. I had put it on my evening toast. My mother had put it on her evening potatoes. No...
Families are great. But a lot. If you’ve had about enough of yours, tell them this is a very important email you have to read. I’ll back you up. And it is important, as I present some crazy New Year traditions, that will make your party go with a bang! Killer List of 10 Bread-Based New Year Traditions. 1. At a party, wait until the countdown to the new year starts before throwing a bread roll over your shoulder. You might hit the person you one day marry in the face with it. 2. Villages used...