It is! They were going to make it a television episode, ended up not happening.

He did a lot of work for them.

A concert, with an audience of rowdy werewolves. The performers all all women in their underwear, blood streaming from their mouths. The conductor stands, one high-heeled foot on her victim; a larger woman with red hair sings, her victim off-the-page. Two violinists cut their screaming victim's throats with their bows, while a third saws what appears to be an infant with hers.

Artist: Raúlo Cáceres

"What this all means I do not know, thank God; as Lovecraft once remarked, 'One of our greatest mercies (sp) is that we can never correlate all the contents of our mind.' This is a good example."
—Phillip K. Dick to Ursula K. Leguin, 14 Apr 1974, SLPKD74.49

"The true horror of the story then lies in the reader's recognition of the fact that the husband is letting Mexico kill his wife for him."
—Ray Bradbury to Don Congdon, 18 Apr 1955, REMEMBRANCE 318

Vinyl catalogue project, entry 088 & 089: Psyche (1960, Cuca Records) by August Derleth. LP. Sleeve very worn. Red & blue sleeves.

Book catalogue project, entry 634: Critical Insights: Pulp Fiction of the '20s and '30s (2013, Salem Press/Grey House Publishing) edited by Gary Hoppenstead. Clean pages, minimal wear. No dustjacket as issued.

The Whom

Rodriguez strained. Neural jacks slid into place. Suddenly, the sergeant's visual field was replaced by a display of male anatomy. Music began to play, soft and low, beats that matched the soldier's pulse.

"Don't those look yummy, sweetie? They might not now, but they will! Try not to fight it."

"What mission? Mother, I want a sitrep now!" Rodriguez insisted.

"Oooh, sounds like somebody's cranky. Please proceed to the holochair for debrief," the AI said.

The sergeant grunted. The other troopers headed off to exercise, she sat in the holochair.

Which is when the shackles slid into place.

Secondary mutation when?

"Look alive ladies," the AI said pleasantly. "You may have lost some muscle mass during hibernation! So we're going to start with some light calisthenics—"

"Mother," Rodriguez said. "I'm four inches shorter and I have D-cup bazongas. What the ding-dang-diddly?"

"Mission requirement, sweetheart."

Sgt. First Class Rodriguez opened her eyes. She remembered battlefields on alien worlds. Signing herself over to a recruiting officer for enough money to buy her sister a new liver.

Vaguely, she remembered not having breasts.

She had them now. Her tank top didn't fit.

"Gee golly darn," she swore.

You will know every single nickname H. P. Lovecraft had for Robert E. Howard.

Not the calm, clinical, gender-neutral voice the AI used for its usual training routines. This was warm, sultry, distinctly feminine. Even as their bodies were reshaped, the brains of the sleepers shifted into a higher state of dreaming, and new training scenarios spun out from the unfamiliar voice.

Medical nanites aimed to preserve combat ability stirred into action. Reshaping long-dormant bodies at a genetic level. It would take two years for the ancient troop transport to return to Sol system.

The AI spoke into the two thousand sleeping minds of the silent regiment.

"Good morning, ladies."

The fusion reactor hummed into life.

Lights flickered, strobed, then burned a steady orange as systems powered up from the long sleep mode.

In their hibernation chambers, marines still slumbered. The slow cycle of their awakening paused.

The AI processed the new orders.

Mars Colony needed women.

Ottoman YouTube video by Vampire Weekend - Topic

Mind cleanse:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNIl...

Everyone’s Poly In Space: The Sexual Politics of C.J. Cherryh Gwen C. Katz “We have another case. Two sisters marry a man for a one-year each in succession. But no sooner has the first marriage been consummated than the man divorces that wife and marries a th…

Everyone’s Poly In Space: @gwenckatz.bsky.social looks at sexual and familial relations in the science fiction of C.J. Cherryh!

They were probably both riffing off of similar themes of magically-conceived children, notably Algernon Blackwood's JULIUS LEVALLON (1916), although some later writers tried to make more of the coincidental use of planetary magic in HPL's THE CASE OF CHARLES DEXTER WARD.

I should probably talk about Crowley's MOONCHILD and Lovecraft's "The Dunwich Horror" at some point.

Also: if you have to look up any word I use, the resulting terrible revelation is on you, not me. You're welcome.

How to Write Bloody Good Fight Scenes (According to the pros) YouTube video by James D. Mills

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Hey, they asked me what makes a good fight scene! (I was having an absolutely poopy ass hair day)

(I joke, but iykyk.)

Ah, the Dennis McKiernan approach to storytelling!

Basic white cover featuring public-domain art of a Viking Age sword bent nearly double.

Basic 2/3 black cover art featuring an outline of Robert E. Howard's head, through which can be seen a map of central Texas.

Art budget this year: nonexistent

Art skills: Rudimentary or missing

Desire to use AI: I would rather give myself an ampallang with a fishhook

So public domain art and basic editing for covers it is!

Except in THE LAST BOYSCOUT.

I should, probably, at some point, start a spreadsheet re: Lovecraft and coffee.

You may say that such “poor sissies” had better go away to the effete east where people are “soft” enough to insist on law and order and to value the development of man’s highest faculties—and yet in the end I fear you’ll find such “poor sissies” in the majority.
—H. P. Lovecraft to Robert E. Howard

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