A few words about some seasonal stories

And speaking of the so-called Mr Priestley - if that is indeed his name - he has apparently produced yet more of his Tales of Terror.  Once again he fails to acknowledge out collaboration.

These new tales are rather tastelessly gathered into what is no doubt intended to be a frightfully festive collection.  I am informed by Franz that Christmas Tales of Terror - oh, the hours it must have taken for Mr Priestley to come up with that - is, at present, only available as an 'ebook'.

No, I have no idea either.

Ghostly Netherlands

It is many years since I visited the wonderful city of Amsterdam.  Mr Priestley has apparently set his as yet to be published novel, Through Dead Eyes in that location, and I am sure it is merely coincidental that during his last visit to Pity's End I happened to tell him the story of a boy called Alexander who was haunted by a girl called Hanna - a girl who had died long before during the Dutch Golden Age.

Their fates became horribly entwined when Alexander bought a Japanese mask and put it on.

Mr Priestley's publishers are kind enough to send me advance copies of his work and I see that apart from moving the story to a contemporary setting and shortening the boy's name to Alex, Mr Priestley has once again shamelessly appropriated one of my stories.  I have written to his publisher and I await their response.  Franz is very vexed.

The intended publication date is March 2013, but I urge you not to buy it.

In which I am encouraged by Franz to write some more 'blog posts'

Yes, Franz.  I am about to, if you would just give me a chance.

This 'blog' has been dormant for a many months and it appears that in that time it has been visited by up to a dozen people, some of whom have gone away mildly disappointed.  For which I am. of course, very, very sorry.  I am a very old man, forced to hear and retell the stories of the dead.  Sometimes these things slip my mind.

I shall endeavour to be a better 'blogger' in future.