Friday, 8 February 2013


Today I approved the print, proof copy of COURTING DEMONS - A COLLECTION OF DARK VERSE.

Published by my own imprint Ganglion Press at the request of those of you that don't own a Kindle, or have asked for a 'real' book, if I might be so kind, I spent a fair amount of time getting the book correctly formatted for print, and redesigning the cover before finally giving the go-ahead for distribution.

I held the proof copies in my hands for ages, and still haven't stopped stroking the cover with its beautiful demonic artwork by Loz Ranger.

And now - I'm so excited!!!! Such is the magic of CreateSpace that the book is already available to buy from:

  • - at £3.99, with free delivery (Super Saver)
  • - at $4.99, FREE Super Saver Shipping (on orders over $25)

and will be coming soon to Amazon's other European platforms. Your comments and reviews would be very welcome but most of all I hope you enjoy these dark poems.

Listen to the Poems?

I'm considering reading and recording some of the poems for you to download, should you wish?

Thank you!


Skin Seeker Goes Pulp

Last year, Pulp Metal Magazine editor Jason Michel threw me an invitation I found hard to resist. He was playing with the idea of a ladies-only issue of his gritty online magazine, and would I like to contribute.

At the end of January, with an introduction by Kate Laity, Pulp Metal's 'Deadlier Than the Male' issue went live, featuring a great mix of stories by Feardom friends AJ Humpage, Jodi MacArthur, Carrie Clevenger and Absolutely*Kate as well as Pamila Payne, Katy O'Dowd, Julia Madeleine, Mav Skye and Aleathia Drehmer. Oh, and me.


You can read Skin Seeker, my nasty tale of demons, victims and retribution at Pulp Metal now. It's vicious, sweary and not for the faint-hearted. That's the warnings over. Here's a taster...



She was smiling back at him, no tape over the mouth, arms still shackled to the seat. Romeo’s dick shrivelled to a worm as he tried to take in what he was seeing. The woman’s head had rotated on her neck in a spiral of twisted skin.

Still chasing eighty Romeo turned in his seat to stare. The car was empty save for him and an ammonia stench. He wrenched his sticky hand from his jeans, attempting to wipe it clean and not have a heart attack. Where the fuck had she gone? The locks were on – no way had she jumped. The next exit was still another fifteen miles north but he had to get off the road. Right here. Right now.

Outside, a cold mist began to rise. Romeo slowed his speed, suddenly sober; his breath juddered in his chest. The Chevy pitched past him, straight into the fog. Romeo raised a fist but the words stayed tight in his mouth. He felt across to the passenger seat for the bottle of Jack. Instead he found flesh.

*** and later***

“Ya see this, Bigs? They think they caught the fucker that killed your sister.”

Charlie ‘Bigs’ Chivas snatched the newspaper from his colleague’s hands.

“Who is it? Where’s his fuckin’ face?”

Charlie scanned the words then realised the bastard was already dead. They’d got him on DNA and teeth. His sister Lara had been bitten where no human being should – it was the worst of indignity and the Chivas family had only been relieved that the murderer had eaten part of his victim after killing her. Frustration knotted in Bigs’s gut. Romeo Carnalli had been scalped, skinned and thrown to the elements before his corpse was picked up. But a vague promise of post-mortem revenge sparked his soul into action. Someone did this to the spineless little shit; somebody knew. And Bigs intended to find out who...

Find out who the victim was, and whether Charlie got closure in Skin Seeker

Lily Childs is a writer of horror, esoteric, mystery and chilling fiction.

If you see her dancing outside in a thunder storm - don't try to bring her in. She's safe.