Showing posts with label Wyrd Harvest Press. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wyrd Harvest Press. Show all posts

Tuesday, 24 October 2017

Wyrd Kalendar - Twelve Tales of Magic, Murder, Terror, Love and the Wyrd...

Photo by Andy Paciorek
It is official.

On Saturday 21st October Wyrd Kalendar was published at The Unseelie Court in Edinburgh.

Chris Lambert launching "Wyrd Kalendar" on Saturday 21st October 2017.
In this image he is reading an extract from the July story "Grotto Day"
Photo by Sally-Anne Huxtable

The Unseelie Court was a conference and music festival organised by the Folk Horror Revival.

The book (published by Wyrd Harvest Press) is now available to buy from Lulu and all profits from sales will go to Wildlife Trusts. (You can also buy it from Amazon and other online retailers but the charities will get more money if you buy directly from Lulu).



Monday, 29 May 2017

North - Wyrd Harvest Press - Foreword

North

I was honoured to be able to write a foreword for this magnificent book from Wyrd Harvest Press... 
It captures the beautiful spirit of both the real and an imagined North. Phil Breach and Tim Turnbull have created a fascinating work that skips adventurously along the border between myth and history, daring, at times, to tread into the mist and fog.

To give a little bit of a flavour of what you might expect I am publishing an extract from the foreword below...

"The North calls me.

The idea of North pulls at my hand like an insistent lover.

Our colonial ancestors ingrained in us the idea that the compass leads to very different destinations. The South was a place of heat, savagery and pirate treasure, the East a place of mystery, strange beliefs and tea, the West was where the civilised made their home and the cold North was a place of legend and myth.

I am from the South. I was born in Shaftesbury in Dorset and have remained in the  Southlands of the country ever since. My family lived in Saltburn-by-the Sea but moved to the South a few years before I was born. My aged father, in his reminiscences, recalls my presence there, but it was only my unborn self he sees, the suggested spirit of my own foetus drifting over the Yorkshire hills and down to the sea."

To purchase the book click here or on the picture above. All profits from the sale of the book go to Wildlife Trust charities.