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Sam Beckbessinger @sambeckbessinger.bsky.social · 17/10/2025

Ever felt ready to HOWL? I'm thrilledddddd to reveal the UK cover for my adult debut novel FEMME FERAL, coming April 2026. Hyper-competent Ellie thinks she’s going through perimenopause, but discovers she’s actually turning into a werewolf. More: www.sambeckbessinger.com/upcoming-fem...

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Sam Beckbessinger @sambeckbessinger.bsky.social · 31/07/2025

A collection of extremely good medieval dogs painted on tiles: williammorristile.com/medieval/med...

Medieval dog licking its own testicles. Somewhat sheepish expression.

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Sam Beckbessinger @sambeckbessinger.bsky.social · 11/03/2025

Horror fans! Come join me at Waterstones Covent Garden next week chatting with fellow Horrible Women @catrionaward.bsky.social, Neena Viel and V. Castro: www.waterstones.com/events/women...

Women in Horror: Wednesday 19 March 6pm at Waterstones Covent Garden

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Sam Beckbessinger @sambeckbessinger.bsky.social · 21/01/2025

Feel very seen by this @isobeldixon.bsky.social poem. "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood so I lay down and took a nap."

$Tumbled in fractious, scratchy grief, let me lie in the undergrowth, feel sorrow pass from me into the earth. Hold, receiving soil, and give - my aching shoulder, this eroding spine, the bruised cage in which these organs heave. I don't know how or why they carry on, except they do, and bear the weight of me with them. Two roads diverged, and I lay down, for what else could I do. Sink to my knees and stretch out long, heart-tattered, in a lap of salving green. Let braver travellers venture on. Let me succumb and dream among the leaves as if I were a child again and no one there to call me in. I saw a painting once like this, of ink on silk: moist emerald, a shaded world. The trees rise silently, and a skein of weasel threads the white-starred forest floor: a weasel paused among fish mint, wild strawberries. This is that pause. A forest bath, soul-tunnelling. A time to sleep among the beetles in a cloak of rain and fragrant asterids and wake, May-dazed, to a softer path. An apple-green music, pale vanilla light, a cup of stem-steeped early summer wine.$

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Sam Beckbessinger @sambeckbessinger.bsky.social · 27/11/2024

I wish I took more photos of the #Kitschies SFFH Awards last night, but I was too busy having the absolutely best time with a room full of fellow dorks and weirdos. Here's Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi accepting the Golden Tentacle Award for best debut novel (The Centre)!

Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi holding a golden tentacle, looking (rightfully) very pleased!

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Sam Beckbessinger @sambeckbessinger.bsky.social · 26/11/2024

Playgrounds: teaching British children how to do smalltalk about the weather from day 1

A playground slide that has dials on the side asking children to describe today's weather

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Sam Beckbessinger @sambeckbessinger.bsky.social · 19/11/2024

Writing novels is the best excuse for hyperfixating on obcure topics FOR INSTANCE mapping all of the major water and sewage tunnels underneath specific parts of London...

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