Grady Hendrix writes fiction, also called “lies,” and he writes non-fiction, which people sometimes accidentally pay him for. His next novel is a Faustian bargain signed with heavy metal power chords — We Sold Our Souls.
Mofongo Knows by Grady Hendrix Off the muddy tracks between the House of Shadows, the Freak Out and the Gravitron, where passengers are pummeled with physics until they puke, behind the generators that push power to the Top Spin, the Zipper and the Rainbow, back where the night air is so thick you can chew […]
The Anthology: For Mortal Things Unsung This anthology is not just “A Decade of Pseudopod.” In addition to reprints both familiar and new to the Pseudopod audience, the anthology includes brand new stories from Orrin Grey, Damien Angelica Walters, and A.C. Wise. We have a new Coyote Tale from Jim Bihyeh, a Tale from the White Street Society by Grady […]
The Christmas Spirits by Grady Hendrix You can have your Paris, your London, your Vienna, your Rome; for this good Christian there is no city more sublime than New York at Christmastime. As I walked to the White Street Society clubhouse I sucked in great gulps of cold Yuletide air until my lungs froze solid […]