M.J. Downing. Part One. Of all the heroic line of the Took family, little has been said of Old Gerontius’ son Hildifons. Among Gerontius’ heirs, it is said that Hildifons, known simply as Dark Hilds by his family and few friends, was the closest in stature, manner, and mood to Bandobras, “the Bullroarer.” Hilds grew... Continue Reading →
M.J. Downing. I was born too late for the real pulp tradition. It survived, though, and came to me in small novels with glossy covers and author names like Kenneth Robeson, Robert E. Howard, and Edgar Rice Burroughs. For me, those novels lasted longer and were hardier companions than my comic books, which were too... Continue Reading →
M.J. Downing In my “Werewolves of Edinburgh” novel, I mentioned the fact you see demonstrated in the picture above. It shows the feet of the Holmes statue in Edinburgh, which stands—stood, perhaps, since it was just moved back—on the site of what was once 11 Picardy Place, the birthplace of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. On... Continue Reading →
MJ Downing’s Place 