aaron polson

The Saints are Dead

The saints are dead, but nobody bothered to tell them. A collection of short fiction littered with bits of dark magical realism, The Saints Are Dead skirts the lines between genres, dodging the overdone tropes of horror, science fiction, and fantasy while echoing timeless themes. An enchanted catalog supplies Depression-era children a Halloween for the ages. A lonely man spawns a universe in his back yard and revels in his role as supreme deity. With the aid of sentient, clockwork rabbits, a hobo wages war on a selfish vegetable grower. These are tales of misfits and the misaligned, outsiders and the awkward, all of whom must navigate strange landscapes and make sense of worlds which have slipped a notch or two past normal. Several stories have previously appeared in such venues as Everyday Weirdness, A Fly in AmberThe Battered SuitcaseRose & Thorn Journal, and others, and some are new to this collection. A few have received mention in Tangent Online’s recommended reading list and the storySouth Million Writers Award notable list.