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It’s very busy times at Ghoulish Books, but we wanted to bring some exciting news to your attention: Tim Meyer’s Rainbow Filth is officially available as of today, so march down to your local bookseller and demand they order some if they haven’t already stocked it. Alternatively, snag a copy directly through our WEBSTORE and also receive a signed author sticker!
Rainbow Filthis a weirdo horror novella about a small cult that believes a rare psychedelic substance can physically transport them to another universe.
Over on LitReactor, Tim has written a fun little article recommending 7 “trippy horror novels” guaranteed to mess you up. Check it out HERE.
Here’s a trope graphic we made, to give you a better idea of what to expect:
Also, I know you’re going to want to try licking this cover when you get it.
I don’t blame you. It was the first thing I did when our own copies finally arrived.
What were the results? Well, let’s just say I’m in the hospital. *winks*
If you happen to also lick your book, please take a photo of yourself doing so and tag us on social media. We wouldn’t mind seeing a bunch of freaky horror readers dampening this book with their tongues. Is that a weird thing to say? Listen, pal, I don’t go over to your newsletter and tell you what to encourage your subscribers to lick, so why don’t you try minding your own business, okay?
To celebrate the release of Rainbow Filth, we held a little contest over on the Ghoulish twitter account.
The prompt:“describe what you would look like if you were a beautiful, delicious, menacing cosmic horror. one winner will snag a physical copy of rainbow filth and also our terrified admiration.”
The winning entry:
I’d probably be some genetic glitch where you can see a color that is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen but you can’t describe it to anyone, but you’re also convinced that everyone secretly can see it and there’s some higher power convincing them otherwise — LukeWHendersonM
And now, because so many of you had fun with it, the rest of the entries:
I'd love to wax weedily eloquent here, painting a portrait of some eldritch me, but we, ah, "retired" from lab work thanks to certain, uh, "forces," and I do *not* want to risk violating that NDA. No such thing as cosmic horrors, that's a fun fact and I'm sticking with it. — TheFactRat
A sentient dump of gummy candies and licorice whips. — justinallec807
I am magically delicious, a maelstrom of color and your children shall worship me — Benito_Corral_
It’s a rough sketch but it’s accurate. — ElfordAlley
I’m an amorphous pink and blue cotton candy cloud that descends from the sky and submerges you in undulating lawyers of spun sugar, infiltrating your vital organs like cystic fibrosis. You’ll float in a sea of ever changing geometric shapes and patterns. Lost until you’re not. — robert_kluver
EYES JUST EYES A BUBBLING AMORPHOUS MASS OF EVER-EMERGING EYES CRYSTALLINE BLUE EYES PIERCING DEFLATING LEAKING AWAY EYES EYES YES SO BEAUTIFUL — BP_Gregory
A kaleidoscope of translucent hues, aching to be caressed by human fingers. A longing beyond mere curiosity, candy-colored tendrils warp your mind in orgasmic crescendo. Spent, the sweet smoldering of the void melts on your tongue forever and ever. — BobPastorella
Iridescent cloud of constantly shifting shades of visual light, feeding on human fears and regrets, and emitting impulsivity and narcissism, to be consumed by humans. — Janky_Legs
I would look like the feel of an untuned screeching violin, staticky and unfocused to your eyes, bringing a deep and clenching pain to the center of your soul as I filled every corner of your vision. — queerhonking
Can you imagine this gorgeous infinite creature yo-yoing from all my countless undulating tentacles. It’s a seductive dance. — Zakk_Madness
Quite possibly an unfinished blob of a plush I was knitting with this yarn. — BadMovieBunnies
If I was a delicious cosmic horror I’d be an amorphous, gooey mass of caramel and cookie dough with chocolate chips that occasionally drop from my form. Don’t eat them though; they’ll turn you inside out. — nightmaras
My worshippers, by the millions, would pour Flintstones Vitamins into me and they wouldn’t stop until I became a throbbing mass of sexy molten iron. — caleb_bethea_
If I were a cosmic horror I'd be bigger than the moon,
A hulking, great anomaly that sings an eerie tune,
And when it's heard, your hair would stand and you would know great fear,
For Luke Hannon the cosmic beast is prowling somewhere near.
A single, rainbow sprinkle you took off your friend's cupcake in third grade and now is always just visible from the corner of your eye. — pik_a_nick
LOOK AT THAT! I don't have to describe it, it's what I already am! OK but if I had to, I'd be a fabulously dressed rainbow flapper with a brilliant hat, who could transform into anything at a moments notice - cushions, lettuce, you name it — MadeleineSwann
I would be a writhing mass of gummy worms a'la Octavia Butler's Parable of the Sower aliens. — BasilBing
Eyes
So many eyes
Only Eyes
In the darkness
You try to turn on the light, but it has already been consumed. — Cat_Voleur
An oil slick of a distortion, curling your vision around and doubling it, like a tiny black hole that isn't so much tame as desensitised. Dangerous and overly familiar, rummaging through the back alleys of spacetime and tipping over Earth's bins in catastrophic ways — pseudandry12
sparkly, dazzling, embedded in the folds of your brain so that you will never ever be rid of me even when you think you've scrubbed all of me out: I'm the glitter of cosmic horrors — RainicornMax
All right, I believe that’s it! What about you, dear Ghoulish subscriber? What would your answer be? Sound off in the comments, and don’t forget to secure your copy of Tim Meyer’s Rainbow Filth.
