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The Grimalkin’s Hearth Newsletter
Where horror dwells Welcome, brave souls. Join me, if you dare, here at thegrimalkinshearth, where the spooks gather and stories come to life—or perhaps, to death. As the shadows lengthen and the chill of the night creeps in, I present to you my updated newsletter for September, 2026—a whisper in the dark, a flicker of light in the abyss. This month, there is much to unveil and my temporary silence was merely the calm before the storm. Since the end of 202


THE GRIMALKIN'S BLOG
Hey there! Welcome to my blog. Let's chat about the books you love, my stuff, or any of your works or WIPs MY CURRENT PROJECTS I am pleased to announce that my book, Evil Grain, has recently undergone several significant enhancements. After setting it aside to focus on other stories, I have now revitalized it. One of the most notable updates is the redesign of the cover. The original, digitally created by an artist years ago, never fully captured my vision, lacking the depth,


MY ENCOUNTER WITH A GRIMALKIN
In my biography of Cailly Leach, I observed that artists have long been captivated by this mystical entity, frequently portrayed as a cat. However, I never anticipated having the honor of witnessing her presence firsthand. She is a storyteller of immense experience, having lived through countless centuries. She has witnessed war, pestilence, and the myriad transgressions of humanity, consistently finding herself captivated by creative individuals. Since my childhood, I have


THE SOUL EATER'S LAIR
THE SOUL EATER Hey there! I've got a collection of photos from me and some awesome contributors. Feel free to email me a pic, and I'll share it here or on the My Photos page.


THE TALE OF CAILLY CEANN LEACH
One Grimalkin's Origin (This image is inspired by historical accounts. The captivating model in the photograph is intended to provide the viewer with a sense of Cailly's otherworldly beauty.) Cailly Ceann Leach, a name whispered in hushed tones, resided in the late 18th century on a desolate island, 150 nautical miles from the haunted shores of Ireland. At 33 years old, her striking blue eyes glimmered with a sinister light,
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