Predator, Aliens
Not really. Neither is a Western in any real genre sense. They each have one character from the Old West in Victorian England in a Gothic Horror story, but in no real way does the presence of that single character change the genre of the whole. Especially in Dracula where the cowboy is a tertiary character at best. But in Penny Dreadful, Ethan, the cowboy is also a werewolf, reinforcing the horror genre. So in neither case would anyone reasonably describe either as a Western.
Yes, exactly. But other than a few jump scares in most of those films, they feel far more like war movies than anything I'd call horror. The two mentioned examples, Predator and Aliens, are great films. Two favorites of mine, especially Aliens. But at best they are action movies that have a horror monster in them.
Compare those two to just about any movie that would normally be called a horror movie. Saw, Sinister, Hereditary, etc. You can even look them up on ScaryMeter. Aliens gets a 5.7. Predator gets a 3.9.
To bring this back to novels and reading . . .
My first thought is that Romance Supernatural Thriller pretty much seems Laurel K. Hamilton's whole thing for her Anita Blake series. magical vampire hunter who gets involved romantically with a vampire and werecreatures and deals with big dark supernatural plot stuff.
I read the first few in that series a couple decades ago so I can't say whether the whole series continued in that vein.
My wife has enjoyed those books immensely. I'll forward your recs to her. Thanks!Finished The Teller of Small Fortunes by Julie Leong, which was a very pleasant cosy fantasy book. Recommended to those who enjoy such books, similar to Ursula Vernon's or Sarah Beth Durst's work in that line.
I hope she likes it. I liked it well enough to preorder her next book (The Keeper of Magical Things).My wife has enjoyed those books immensely. I'll forward your recs to her. Thanks!
I might not have been clear. My wife has read several of Leong's books and enjoyed them all. Turns out she's also read Durst. Vernon might be a possibility, though.I hope she likes it. I liked it well enough to preorder her next book (The Keeper of Magical Things).
What The Teller of Small Fortunes has that’s a bit different from other cosy fantasy I’ve read is a knowing wink at D&D and similar games - at one point Tao and her friends are mistaken for an adventuring party by a NPC who distinctly feels to me like a reference to Dungeon Master from the D&D cartoon.
Ah, thanks for the clarification.I might not have been clear. My wife has read several of Leong's books and enjoyed them all. Turns out she's also read Durst. Vernon might be a possibility, though.
Heh, yeah, even then Morris was evoking the past.I'm not sure if he meant it to be accessible to readers of his own (Victorian) time. His relentless use of archaisms seems intended, rather, to place the reader into a relationship with the somewhat alien syntax of a high and far-off time. He literally does this at every conceivable opportunity in a way which never ceases to surprise.
Lord Dunsany is so good in my book. Eminently readable, painting fantastical views with a most magical brush. George MacDonald is hit or miss for me. I didn't care for Phantastes (though I do keep meaning to give it another read), but "The Day Boy and the Night Girl," also known as "The Romance of Photogen and Nycteris" was wonderful. It felt like a Studio Ghibli story a hundred years earlier.He's on my list, but I wanted to go back to the beginning of the genre first, so once I'm done with Morris, I'm planning on reading some George MacDonald.
He was in the emerald-cellar. There was no light in the lofty vault above him, but, diving through twenty feet of water, he felt the floor all rough with emeralds, and open coffers full of them. By a faint ray of the moon he saw that the water was green with them, and easily filling a satchel, he rose again to the surface; and there were the Gibbelins waist-deep in the water, with torches in their hands! And, without saying a word, or even smiling, they neatly hanged him on the outer wall—and the tale is one of those that have not a happy ending.