Or maybe Roger went through the files first, came across the letter, and that triggered him telling me about it. What many people don’t realize is that A Night in the Lonesome October was a book Roger had had in mind for many years before he actually wrote it.Īs I remember it (and since I’m just Wandering on, I’m not going digging through my letters to document precise dates), Roger was telling me about books he hadn’t written but would like to write, and this lead him to going through his files and finding the letter he’d written Gahan Wilson, along with Gahan Wilson’s reply, which included a quick sketch of Snuff. We wrote long, serial letters to each other, and talked on the phone several times a week.

I don’t often write about the days when Roger Zelazny and I were close, because, quite frankly, even though he died in June of 1995, it still hurts to remember when we didn’t realize how little time we would have.īut this year I have a happy memory I want to share, one awakened by all the people who are reading one of Roger’s last novels: A Night in the Lonesome October.Īlthough Roger and I weren’t living together when he wrote that book, we were in touch pretty much daily. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.My Copy of A Night in the Lonesome October

And now the dread night approaches - so let the Game begin. Some have come to open the gates, some to slam them shut. Soon after the death of the moon, black magic will summon the Elder Gods back into the world. In the murky London gloom, a knife-wielding gentleman named Jack prowls the midnight streets with his faithful watchdog Snuff. During his lifetime he was honoured with numerous prizes, including six Hugo and three Nebula Awards. AUTHOR: Roger Zelazny was one of the most revered names in SF and fantasy. And now the dread night approaches so let the Game begin. And all manner of Players, both human and undead, are preparing to participate. For soon after the death of the moon, black magic will summon the Elder Gods back into the world.

In the murky London gloom, a knife-wielding gentleman named Jack prowls the midnight streets with his faithful watchdog Snuff gathering together the grisly ingredients they will need for an upcoming ancient and unearthly rite.

A night in the lonesome october