I’ve always been a fan of hard boiled detective novels. (Hence the reason that I do most of my own writing in that genre.) For nearly as long, I’ve been a fan of horror stories. Vampires, monsters, ghosts and goblins, I love ‘em all.
So, on the rare occasion that the two genres cross, I collapse into a puddle of pure fanboy glee. It doesn’t happen often. The Night Stalker was close. The X Files had some of the right ingredients. A couple of little known movies like “Gotham” and “Cast A Deadly Spell” are wonderful.
But the best has always been the Teddy London novels.
Know, you ask, who the hell is Teddy London?
In the 1990’s, C.J. Henderson, writing under the name Robert Morgan, produced a series of paperback original novels that featured private eye Teddy London working his way through mysteries involving vampires, mummies and even C’thulu. They’re hard to find now, of course, but anything worth reading is worth the hunt. Try your local used book store. You won’t be sorry.










I may not always comment but you can count on me to lurk because your topic hit a nerve (a good one).
Thanks, Momma. Hope I can keep you entertained.
I can’t pass up the chance of getting to read a blog by a writer…