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The book that Nickolaus Pacione arranged of his work from his storied career since he was 20 years of age. Some of the works are fiction, some are nonfiction. 33 stories in all. All of them Gothic as hell.
AuthorsDen's second longest tenor and one of the sites staples in the horror genere, Nickolaus A. Pacione, did a third collection featuring work going as far back as 1998 but expanded. Some of the stories were his lost manuscripts, others were previouisly published in Tales of the Talisman, Spinetinglers.co.uk, and Withersin Magazine then a few were staples of his FictionPress.com profile..
Pull out those Metallica CDs because this book will have the same tenacity as Master of Puppets by Metallica. There are two stories with poetic interludes,and the others were expanded from their original versions on AuthorsDen.com. Pacione was never shy about taking on the controversial subject matter head on, and some stories in here he was flat out giving the finger.
Pacione joked about himself over the years, the running joke is he would write with one hand and giving the middle finger with other. There is a parent advisory page on this book because of stories like The Fandom Writer, SHITSTORM, and FUCKBEATER. The version of The Fandom Writer in the book is called The Howling Man Edit paying homage to Charles Beaumont. The original version of The Fandom Writer was the only story to be taken down from the Den, but the version that's on FictionPress.com is an edited version of The House of Pain version. The original version resides on writers.net. The rewrite is the meanest of them too, it's very dark and vicious. The other from the alma malta, is The Ferryman's Wheelchair which is a staple in the horror section here. The story that eventually became the gothic creative nonfiction breakaway The Pattern of Diagnosis as it appeared in The Ethereal Gazette: Issue 5 and Dark Gothic Resurrected. That story is as vital as his House of Spiders and Lake Fossil stories.
The stories in the book a good number of them were written from his apartment within the haunted triangle. There are two paranormal accounts in the book, and then there is a smart ass story that's a true one called A Late Night Appointment. The book he thanked April Derleth, but she didn't live long enough to see this one because it has the stories where she compared him to August Derleth and H.P. Lovecraft. The collection is a dark, forboding, sometimes menacing, but also offers some hope with the story When Angels Wept Blood, the novella that was pulled from the publishing roster of the now defunct Lame Goat Press.
When Lame Goat Press pulled the plug on When Angels Wept Blood, Pacione said, "Fuck you, I will do it myself, but as a collection spanning my combined online and print career." Some of the stories he was flat out saying "fuck you" as H.P. Lovecraft did in his day when he wrote The Horror At Red Hook. Pacione's The Horror At Red Hook is The Fandom Writer. The story that appears in the book is the archetype for his stories House of Spiders, The Typewriter, and Spectral Exile. Then included is the original version of the clean bizarro story called Damnation Observes which was written before he went to Gothicfest 2007. He wrote a story called The Midnight Diner as a gift to his signing mate at the second Gothicfest. This one has his ghost story traits combined with his Lovecraftian Horror delivery, it's one those stories that captured the intensity of A Cemetery Dream. This one has a few in-jokes witin the story. This story actually showed he is much darker than the editor's choice author who he shared a Table of Contents with where Pacione closed out the book. He asked the editor to allow him to close the thing. Then the ad in that book was for Tabloid Purposes IV.
The one story that will turn some heads is the expanded version of A Dark Place which was written in January of 1998, but he thought The Wrong Side Of The Tracks might be too much for them. This story is one of the sickest of his early career because the use of cannibalism. This story is his most sought after because it was the first where he nailed the 2000 word mark. There were two stories that hit the 4800 mark. In 1999, was Haunting The Chapel, then in 2000 A Cemetery Dream -- the latter was too intense for Goths and it was in a style that would be The House of Pain's catalog. He didn't expect to have this style before knowing of the site. Pacione in this book shows he can come out swinging and also write clean too.
The other story in the collection now is a sequel to a story he wrote in 1999 when he was working at the pet store in Mason City, Iowa. There are no stories from 1997, but there is a story in there that is a backstory called Witch's Party. This book some people might dismiss as shock value with the true stories, but Pacione is opening up even more than when he wrote An Eye In Shadows back in 2007. This one is a combination of the first three books. The source material for "Gothc Nomad" was actually from his old blogs, but he wanted to take his time to tell this story. It took his friend, Danilel Willow closing out the tenth issue with a very dark, controversial testimony. Pacione developed the balls to write a story in detail about the car hitting him revisiting the third entry in Collectives In A Forsaken Landscape. "Gothic Nomad" is one where he talks about visiting Baltimore but couldn't find Poe's grave and the home of Edgar Allan Poe was closed.
The book is dedicated to April Rose Derelth who actually coined Nickolaus Pacione as the hybrid between her father August Derleth and H.P. Lovecraft. Pacione knew Derleth via correspondence in e-mail and phone converations. April gave Pacione Other Worlds Than Ours as way of saying good luck in the transition from writing horror exclusively to also writing Science Fiction. Sadly, April passed away when the book was finished. One of the stories was written as a direct result of reading the testimony of a former classmate who wants to be known as Daniel Willow. After publishing it as the closing entry in his magazine, The Ethereal Gazette: Issue 10 aka The Eternal Damnation Edition, Pacione was blindsided by what Willow was going to write because he had no idea that Willow got caught up with what he got caught up with.
That story was Revisting The Loss Of Blood. A dark, true story about the night he got stabbed in the head five times and the days after the stabbing. This time he wrote it entirely under his own name. He did the original in two parts, the first part was his name and the second was as Theo V. Wolfe.
The Typewriter is the one that is the delegate from Tales of the Talisman 2.4, and the rights reverted back to him though he likes to keep the story in Tales as well. Not many people knew of this one within his graduating class so he tossed the story in the book. Chronic Disease became the dark creative nonfiction breakaway story for him called The Pattern Of Diagnosis. This book there will be a lot of people who will want Pacione's blood for what he writes in this. The Fandom Writer, SHITSTORM, Inquisition Revisited, and FUCKBEATER are the four that will cause the most stir. The second most story that will cause a shitstorm will be Revisting The Loss Of Blood. The two highly controversial stories are at the beginning and the end of the collection -- The Fandom Writer is the apha and Inquisition Revisited is the omega.
A Cemetery Dream didn't really see any changes, he wanted to keep the story as it was when he wrote it when he was 24 years of age. The archtype for the stories House of Spiders and Spectral Exile (the latter will be in the book.) Then the story he dedicated to B.L. Morgan, Jr. it was inspired by BL's stories on The House Of Pain -- that one being the dark vampire tale Blood Contender. Pacione described this one as being a cross between Dracula and Rocky. A vampire story set in the world of the sweet science. Those of who don't know what that is, it was a sport Pacione wanted to actually compete in and the fighting style he used when he got into fights in school -- boxing.
The stories JESUS FREAK and Media Darling will not be in the collection because they're slated for two anthologies coming out in the spring of 2011. Dirty Black Winter came out a month before the anniverary of Pacione's site online, Writings From The Grave. He was supposed to be part of Lame Goat Press but the owner caved under the troll pressure so Pacione said, "I will do this myself." So Pacione took about a few months to compile the book and it was one of those he says in his introduction is one of the darkest he ever done. It has traits of Collectives, Collected, and Among because some of the stories in the book were also written during the period of when Collectives In A Forsaken Landscape was first published, and others were written when Collected was published.
The stories have the intensity of his tenor with The House Of Pain, but the stories in the book will be old school Pacione. The Nickolaus Pacione of The House Of Andromeda and Demoriam fame then of Shoggoth.net fame. Some of the stories in the book have the temperment of a bull shark. These are the nightmares and imagination of Nickolaus Pacione mixed with the horrors and weirdness that lived within his real life. The Room Mate was written to entertain his friends on myspace.com, he actually posted this story on his bulletin then made it available in print on a version of Issue 9 that he put out after his computer crashed in 2009. The original version of Issue 9 was actually much larger.
Some of the other stories from here that got expanded became Dirty Black Winter (Sober) and expanded was 144,000 -- the original versions can still be read on AuthorsDen.com. Pacione had been with the den since 2002 so he was one of the longest tenors of the genre -- what can you expect from AuthorsDen's Prince of Darkness.
This one is a passage from the story Dreams In Bupropion. The story is a cousin to Among Shadows, and uses another photograph from that trip. I am only posting three paragraphs of this one. A good number of the stories were never online, except for GAME OVER which was leaked in part. I dedicate this excerpt to April Derleth and her son, Damon. I will cherish the seven years I knew her for a long time to come. The preview one will read in its entirely is Chronic Disease on the preview for the book via lulu.com
this is just an excerpt from that story. This one has some really dark subject matter so you, the reader, been warned in advance.
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The day up when I was going to leave for New Orleans I had some pretty damn bizarre dreams in the sleeper lounge. One of them found their way into my collection, then the other was reoccurring throughout the time when I was in New Orleans then up to my sleep study in November of 2002. Some might dismiss the strange dreams to the Bupropion. The strange things that came to mind when I had the medication laced with over the counter cold medicine.
On March 27, 2002, I was just coming back from a Goth night before heading off. I kept my bags in a bus depot locker for the evening just so I am not lugging it back and forth. I had my sweats, basketball shoes, and ball cap packed in a small black school bag I used for my briefcase.
I couldn’t go much into the detail of the dreams leading up to the trip down to New Orleans but the dreams became stranger and stranger, Sometimes, even more horrifying than something I would write about in my horror stories. Some of the things about my bizarre dreams at the time were sometimes brought up when I got very sick at times after the trip back. Namely after when I became the owner of the community I ran for a few years up to being forced off a site in 2008.
Tired was something I was often when I was going to New Orleans, at times I stayed in bed because I felt light headed. I was mixing powdered aspirin with small bottles of Jack Daniels to make homemade cough medicine. When I was going down, I had about two boxes of Theraflu and the attendant saw I was coming down with something in the sleeper lounge so she took the now well know Polaroid of me. The one that was curled up on one of the couches.