I thought "Her Father’s Daughter" was one of the best short stories I've read all year, and others like "An Indelible Stain Upon The Sky" and "When Sorrows Come" had such pitch perfect atmosphere, you become so wrapped in the setting and mood, it lingers in the mind long afterward. This is the fourth collection by Strantzas I've read, but it has been years since I read anything by him and this reminded me what a great writer he is. In a 2014 interview with "The Arkham Digest" blog Simon Strantzas characterized his first short story collection Beneath the Surface as Ligottian and Lovecraftian, his second Cold to the Touch as Aickmanesque, and this third collection as a "hybrid" of the two where he came into his own. In the Nightingale, Waiting for the Curtain to Rise, an Introduction by John Langan Because, for you, it is already too late. Like a siren, the nightingale sings them onward to face their end. From the shores of a remote oil-stained sound to deep within the familiar heart of suburbia, these are the songs of broken people who cannot find a way to fix themselves, who must search the dark for salvation. Simon Strantzas, master of the subtle and the bizarre, returns with a dozen strange tales and eerie mysteries. In the dead of night, the nightingale sings. In the dead of night, you hear a discordant tune. In the dead of night, your past mistakes will haunt you. In the dead of night, there are footsteps in the hall.
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