I have yet to be disappointed by anything this author has written. I don’t think you will either.
There’s been a bit of chat around about FUNGOID in the past few days. Here’s some thoughts from me on how it came about.
When the end came, it wasn’t zombies, asteroids, global warming or nuclear winter. It was something that escaped from a lab. Something small, and very hungry.
In this one you’ll find a chunk of Newfoundland, a fireman, some nasty rain, a bit of real science, a lot of unreal science, some Canadians, many cigarettes, some trucks, boats and planes, and plenty of spores, mushrooms and rot.
It’s for fans of John Wyndham, William Hope Hodgson and H P Lovecraft, and is a wee homage to a lot of the things I’ve loved since childhood. As such, its origins come from several different life strands.
There’s something a lot of people don’t know about me: I used to be a botanist. And no, it doesn’t mean I…
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