My first podcast of the year is up! In it, I interview Andrew S. Curran about his biography of the French philosophe Denis Diderot. Enjoy!

Be quiet. Very quiet.
Don't scream.
They can't see you, but they can hear you.
And they're coming.
Knocking at doors and reaching through windows, hungry to incinerate anything that moves, anything that breathes. Born in a searing hellstorm of radioactive dust, they own the night and if they touch you, they'll burn the flesh from your bones.
Listen.
They're coming now.
Don't even whisper.
And don't scream.

When the crew of a lost freighter finds themselves trapped in a gruesome dimension—of sea monsters, ghost ships, and the undead—it is up to them to locate the U.S.S. Lancet and convince a nearly insane physicist to help them return home.

I've been wanting to read this book for a while so I was quite happy when i saw this deal today! 

Nearly 200 years ago they turned Cobton into a graveyard. 

They rose from the darkness and drained it dry, feeding off its citizens, one by one by one, their terrible thirst sparing no one. The village was shunned as cursed ground, its tall, narrow houses fell to decay. 

The Resurrection. 

Now the haunted ruins of Cobton have been rebuilt as a tourist trap. A TV crew descends on it one cold winter night and is trapped there by a howling blizzard that shuts them off from the world. And in the subterranean, charnel darkness below…the evil is reawakening, ancient hungers renewed. 

The Colony is rising. 

Their thirst is unspeakable. 

And for the TV crew, it’s Hell on Earth.

Vietnam 1970. 
A green hell where death waits behind every tree, in every pooling shadow, and in every mist-haunted hollow. Boobytraps and bullets, landmines and rockets. Mike McKinney went to write about the war, about the terror and frustrations, soldiers and people and a landscape forever altered by the conflict...but he ran across something even worse: a primeval horror straight out of the darkest Vietnamese folklore. A monstrosity that stalks human heads among the twisted, jungled hills of the Central Highlands. 

Now it is hunting him. 

And nothing can stop it.