There is a world outside of this one and another outside that; and another and another and another. There is a crawlspace between those worlds: those who control that space control the secrets.
Shhhh. We’ll tell you.
The devil drives a lime green Geo Metro.
What they say about Blue Hole, Ong’s Hat, Montauk and Hoop Snakes is all true- mostly.
Devil Bats swarm the crawlspace between worlds, looking for a way to get in.
The Lizard Men aren’t under Mount Shasta anymore, the Vampire Clans wiped them out.
There are no Yeti in Pennsylvania, only Squonks and punk rock succubi.
Don’t go to Pilot’s Knob after the sun has set.
Eustace the Monk was on to something.
Always trust the blue haired girls, if only a little.
There is no Welsh room within the Cathedral of Learning, no matter what they may tell you.
There aren’t 9 Unknown Men, only 7 are left.
Please do not annoy the Yokai.
The Invisible Library is hard to find.
Pope Sylvester II really did.
Night Riders will see you on the iron road, skag.
Blind Pete always said you’d hang.
Who are the Convergence Generals?
Ghost Lights never burn out or break.
The Jersey Devil was framed.
The World Snake is sleeping… for now.
Low Odysseys has been gathering dust. Why?
Why? Because it has gone way past the point of being a roman a clef and it’s about 40,000 words into a novel. -none of it reprints of this stuff- I had intended for this website to be a thinly veiled reportage of the daily drudgery but it became a bit more and the story took on a life of it’s own with many of the characters borrowed from my near and dear, once and future friends and loved ones… and now it’s a novel.
It’s not unlike what has come before, but it’s far less self-indulgent and with a surprising amount of heart. Shit, I’m surprised at least
Originally, I thought “A” Novel, as in one. Except I’m at the halfway point of telling the early years of The RevDoc and his first brushes with that old devil Floyd, and how he met his various lovers, allies and worthies… and it looks like the first novel is going to end beforethe college years. So as much as I have enjoyed keeping this site more-or-less up to date with two-fisted tales of gun porn, the paranormal, and high camp- I feel like it is important to tell you all why it’s being ignored, for now. While this is going on, while I’m actually trying to catapult this unwieldy fucking thing into a low orbit, Low Odysseys will continue to gather some dust for a while… but I won’t be gone, not entirely.
Much of the secret history is yet to be told. Of the amazing Grimm sisters Nora, Nova and Nina…
…how Dr. Israel Hands became the world’s only living zombie…
…of the early years of the man who would be The Reverend Doctor Syn, two-fisted adventurer and the only defense between our sideways world and The Convergence. A roadie, roustabout, rake and rounder, trucker, preacher, hobo and beerslinger…
All these stories, and all the weirdly familiar characters you’ve tuned in to read about… Alexei Viktori, the Poison Lady, GunWytch, Mister E and the rest (and many, many that you haven’t met yet)… well, you might get to read about them again.
You just have to be a little patient. The RevDoc’s patient.