In John the Balladeer, Manly Wade Wellman created one of the great characters in all of horror and fantasy literature. Armed with his silver-stringed guitar and an endless trove of folk songs, John travels the backwoods of Appalachia, battling supernatural evil with his own brand of down-home charm and endless resourcefulness. In these tales, John wanders the Southern mountains, encountering hoodoo men and witch women, strange supernatural beasts, malevolent spirits, and even George Washington's ghost.
Edited by horror legend Karl Edward Wagner, this volume contains the complete John the Balladeer stories in their original, unaltered form, as they first appeared in magazines and anthologies between 1951 and 1987. Also featured are a foreword by Wellman's friend and literary executor David Drake and an introduction by Wagner.
Just as J. R. R. Tolkien brilliantly created a modern British myth cycle, so did Manly Wade Wellman give to us an imaginary world of purely American fact, fantasy and song. - Karl Edward Wagner
This is the real thing-a book of haunting fantasies with their roots going down deep into the American folk tradition. - Robert Silverberg
Cover by Ilan Sheady
In John the Balladeer, Manly Wade Wellman created one of the great characters in all of horror and fantasy literature. Armed with his silver-stringed guitar and an endless trove of folk songs, John travels the backwoods of Appalachia, battling supernatural evil with his own brand of down-home charm and endless resourcefulness. In these tales, John wanders the Southern mountains, encountering hoodoo men and witch women, strange supernatural beasts, malevolent spirits, and even George Washington's ghost.
Edited by horror legend Karl Edward Wagner, this volume contains the complete John the Balladeer stories in their original, unaltered form, as they first appeared in magazines and anthologies between 1951 and 1987. Also featured are a foreword by Wellman's friend and literary executor David Drake and an introduction by Wagner.
Just as J. R. R. Tolkien brilliantly created a modern British myth cycle, so did Manly Wade Wellman give to us an imaginary world of purely American fact, fantasy and song. - Karl Edward Wagner
This is the real thing-a book of haunting fantasies with their roots going down deep into the American folk tradition. - Robert Silverberg
Cover by Ilan Sheady
What chance had the castaway Earthman and his crossbow-weaponed Amazons against the mighty Frogmasters of the Veiled Planet?
Manly Wade Wellman wrote science fiction and fantasy stories in such pulps as Astounding Stories, Startling Stories, Unknown and Strange Stories, but he is best remembered as one of the most popular contributors to the legendary Weird Tales.
What chance had the castaway Earthman and his crossbow-weaponed Amazons against the mighty Frogmasters of the Veiled Planet?
Manly Wade Wellman wrote science fiction and fantasy stories in such pulps as Astounding Stories, Startling Stories, Unknown and Strange Stories, but he is best remembered as one of the most popular contributors to the legendary Weird Tales.
They're a group of rebels in the far future trying to save mankind. Join them as they travel through both space and time tying to defeat a fascist government that wants to control time itself. The Rebels are seeking a better future, but will they find it or will they create a future that's even worse than what they're trying to prevent? An exciting ride through time! You won't soon forget the stunning conclusion.
They're a group of rebels in the far future trying to save mankind. Join them as they travel through both space and time tying to defeat a fascist government that wants to control time itself. The Rebels are seeking a better future, but will they find it or will they create a future that's even worse than what they're trying to prevent? An exciting ride through time! You won't soon forget the stunning conclusion.
Hold on, there! came a sharp challenge from the stairs behind and below me. What are you doing? And what's that picture doing? It was one of the Museum's guards. I was going to ask somebody that same question, I told him as austerely as I could manage. What about this picture? I thought there was a Böcklin hanging here. The guard relaxed. Oh, I beg your pardon, sir. I thought you were somebody else--the man who brought that thing. He nodded at the picture. Personally, I think it's plain beastly. And the Museum has accepted it at last? I asked. He shook his head. Oh, no, sir. I, too, came close. There was no plate beneath the painting. But in the lower left-hand corner of the canvas were sprawling capitals, pale paint on the dark, spelling out the word GOLGOTHA. Beneath these, in small, barely readable script: I sold my soul that I might paint a living picture.
Hold on, there! came a sharp challenge from the stairs behind and below me. What are you doing? And what's that picture doing? It was one of the Museum's guards. I was going to ask somebody that same question, I told him as austerely as I could manage. What about this picture? I thought there was a Böcklin hanging here. The guard relaxed. Oh, I beg your pardon, sir. I thought you were somebody else--the man who brought that thing. He nodded at the picture. Personally, I think it's plain beastly. And the Museum has accepted it at last? I asked. He shook his head. Oh, no, sir. I, too, came close. There was no plate beneath the painting. But in the lower left-hand corner of the canvas were sprawling capitals, pale paint on the dark, spelling out the word GOLGOTHA. Beneath these, in small, barely readable script: I sold my soul that I might paint a living picture.