Babbling Into The Void

 I've not been reading as much horror as I'd like, so I needed a short sharp burst of nightmares. For that,  Split Scream Volume 1  was the perfect package. The book consists of two novelettes by different authors, preceded by a (frankly welcome) editorial note explaining just what a novelette is, exactly. Then we're into it - two unique and compelling stories, each with their own dread atmosphere. The first novelette, Carson Winter's The Guts of Myth , grabs from the off. Just look at this opening: I always thought I looked a little like Roger Moore. I wore the same suits and I had the same chestnut hair. We were both English, even though I only got in on a technicality. The real difference between us was that he was a movie star and I was a crook. But that was fine. I doubted either of us were keeping score. Can there be any doubt that we're in the hands of a master? This is a punchy blend of noir and cosmic horror that calls to mind classic Laird Barron while mai...