• Ladies of Horror Fiction celebrates Body Horror
    Reading Recommendations

    LOHF Recommends: Body Horror

    August is body horror month here at the LOHF. The team has put together a list of recommendations of amazing body horror books. Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado The Rust Maidens by Gwendolyn Kiste Bunny by Mona Awad Something Borrowed, Something Blood Soaked by Christa Carmen Cruel Works of Nature by Gemma Amor The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein by Kiersten White Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes Paper Tigers by Damien Angelica Walters Everything That’s Underneath by Kristi DeMeester Geek Love by Katherine Dunn Wilder Girls by Rory Power Love For Slaughter by Sara Tantlinger Ritualistic Human Sacrifice by C.V. Hunt Like Jagged Teeth By Betty…

  • Ladies of Horror Fiction presents Stories of Horror
    Stories of Horror

    Ladies of Horror Fiction Present Stories of Horror: Body Horror

    Join Toni as she explores two different types of Body Horror in Tracy Fahey’s The Black Dog and Gabriela Houston’s Kozitka. About Tracy Fahey Tracy Fahey is an Irish writer of Gothic fiction.  In 2017, her debut collection The Unheimlich Manoeuvre was shortlisted for a British Fantasy Award. Two of her short stories were long listed by Ellen Datlow for Honourable Mentions inThe Best Horror of the Year Volume 8. In 2018 she co-edited The Black Room Manuscripts IVwhich was nominated for a Splatterpunk Award for Best Anthology in 2019. She is published in over twenty Irish, US and UK anthologies and her work has been reviewed in the Times Literary Supplement. Her first novel, The Girl in the…

  • Guest Post

    Guest Post for Latino Book Month: Writing Horror as a Latinx by Ann Dávila Cardinal

    ¡Qué horror! Life as a Gringa-Rican Horror Maven By Ann Dávila Cardinal In the early 70s I would arrive for my summer-long stay at my great aunt Ana’s house in Bayamón, Puerto Rico, with a stack of horror comics tucked in my suitcase: Tales From the Crypt, Creepy, Monsters Unleashed. My tía would shuffle through them with a look of disgust, making that disapproving clucking sound with her tongue that she did when seeing a dead animal or beggar in the street. “Ay Annie, why can’t you read something nice?” She would shuffle through the pile with the tips of her arthritic fingers, making little gasping sounds at the sight…