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The Grimalkin’s Hearth Newsletter
Where horror dwells Hey there, brave souls! Come hang out with me at Grimalkin's hearth, where spooky stories come alive—or maybe not. As the night gets chillier, nothing much has changed since September. Just a little whisper in the dark, a flicker in the void. So far, nothing major to share. I'm still pushing the updated version of my 2020 short story collection, All Things Truly Wicked. I finished a novel that I'm editing. I'm also working on two sequels. I wrapped up ano


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 some chapters and redesigned the cover. The original, digitally created by an artist years ago, never fully captured my vision, lacking the depth, intrigue, and imagery tha


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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