
Imaginary Uncanniness, Real Threat: On The Value of Monsters
I have loved many monsters. As a child, I filled my room with crude drawings of sandworms, demons, and marauding orcs, rendered all the…
Read MoreI have loved many monsters. As a child, I filled my room with crude drawings of sandworms, demons, and marauding orcs, rendered all the…
Read MoreShe swung her legs and crossed them over each other—awkward knees and bones at right angles. She was perched on the smooth bar atop…
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