CUT TO CARE:
A COLLECTION OF LITTLE HURTS
by Aaron Dries, featuring an introduction by Mick GARRIS available here!
CUT TO CARE:
A COLLECTION OF LITTLE HURTS
by Aaron Dries, featuring an introduction by Mick GARRIS available here!
"These stories are as disturbing as they are emotionally authentic and devastating. Humanistic horror. Beautiful. Grotesque. And all too real."
— Paul Tremblay, author of The Cabin at the End of the World and The Pallbearers Club.
An agency that sends social workers into the homes of grieving families to impersonate dead loved ones... The kind old woman who saved a teenager's life but now finds herself haunted by the weight of a cheated suicide... And the daughter of a candlestick maker as she tries to survive a painful existence after her father's execution for making human chandeliers from drunken cowboys...
These stories and more -- ranging from supernatural to the frighteningly domestic, Splatterpunk to the weird and cosmic -- stain the pages of CUT TO CARE: A COLLECTION OF LITTLE HURTS by Aaron Dries. They serve as a timely reminder of the cost of caring too much. Or not caring enough. Of how we mask cruelties behind kindness. And of our willingness to rip ourselves apart in the hope of satisfying a world that doesn't always care for you back.
Featuring an exclusive introduction by Mick Garris, creator of Showtime's MASTERS OF HORROR and director of Stephen King's THE STAND, this unforgettable collection truly cuts deep. Available from IFWG Publishing.
"Dries dissects themes of mental health, memory, and momentary mistakes in this heart-wrenching collection excised from everyday life.”
— Lee Murray, USA Today Bestselling author, Shirley Jackson, and Bram Stoker Award® winner
"Dries writes with the confidence of someone who doesn't just know our universal truths, but our mostly deeply hidden secrets. This collection left me shaken."
— Paul Michael Anderson, author of Bones Are Made To Be Broken and Everything Will Be All Right In the End: Apocalypse Songs.
"Dries takes personal fears and moulds them into universal truths. And the truths he writes of most powerfully are those associated with the terror of simply being alive."
— Gary McMahon, British-Fantasy-Award-nominated author of Rough Cut and All Your Gods Are Dead
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And thus the blog was born.
It sits here, one among billions.
Feel free to swing by and check it out whenever the urge arises. I can’t promise that it will be updated daily. In fact, I won’t promise that at all. Let’s hope for a weekly engagement, shall we? Between the site, my day job, travel, writing and small clutches of nano-sleep, my priorities have got to settle somewhere. I’m sure you understand.
That said, when I do update this blog, I promise to make my entries as interesting as possible.
So what can we expect? As I said before, my wee blog is but a star (and a dimly lit one at that) in a sky of much brighter suns. Sound like a load of gas? That’s because it is. Come by, play, communicate and listen to me ramble. If you can survive this diatribe than you can stand the worst of what might come. In between there will be film and book reviews, musings, interviews, life updates and typo-ridden travel literature.
But that’s what’s exciting about the birth of your blog. You never know what to expect from it. Sure, like any other parent I do have a future in mind. I guess at the end of the day, I want it to survive and to find friends. But life can pull the rug out from under you at any moment, as we all know. Who can tell what’s in store? My blog might end up sexually confused! It might be depressed. On the flip-side, it might be a total blog-whore, or end up a preacher. Is prison time in store for my blog? That’s the exciting part of being a parent. The unknown. You can only hope and support. I invite you to help develop my wee blog; be friends with him (yeah, it’s a boy, I’ve got the balloons and congratulations cards to prove it) and more than anything, stand by him.
He’ll do right by you.
So without further ado, join me in wishing my baby blog a prosperous future.
Hell, come for the party. The drinks are on me.
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