The Shroud Underground

Little, Lansdale and Ketchum are my top three, probably in that order. None of them has ever disappointed me. Braunbeck is slithering his way into my heart too. # 5 is a toss up, but you gotta like Peter Straub.

They're working on a Solomon Kane film, and quite a few other Howard creations actually. Red Sonya (Rose Mcgowan...wee!) and Thulsa Doom are both getting the film treatment and the new Conan is still in the works. Hopefully they do more with his work. I'm grew up reading the Savage sword of Conan comics by marvel and I indirectly got into his actual work through digging into the Lovecraft Mythos and finding how close he was to Howard and all the Mythos connections in his work. A lot of that got edited out by people over the years but the recent resurgence in his popularity has lead to a lot of those being put back, which is actually a very cool bridge between writer's worlds. His actual Mythos work is also very cool. The Black Stone is one of my favorite weird tales of all time.

Howard is probably one of the best known unknown authors of all time I gotta say.

I love Lansdale as well, I really wish they could have gone through with his sequel to Bubba Ho-tep though. That film is great fun. Would love to meet him someday, he also lives near my neck of the Texas woods.

Peter Straub-- Ghost Story
Tom Piccirilli-- A Choir of Ill Children
Gary Braunbeck-- Mr. Hands
Jack Ketchum-- The Girl Next Door
Douglas Clegg-- Hmm. pretty much dig all his stuff.
Pretty much all five of these, I love all of their work.

Excellent choices!

I'm surprised to not see anyone mention Charlee Jacob. Dread in the Beast owns my ass every time I read is and I can't count how often I cried over moments in Vectors.
Lucy Snyder's been stretching in interesting directions lately. Chimeric Machines was pure genious.
Gerard Houarner... Dead Cat and Max were badass enough, but his short fiction has been doing strange things to my intellect. Don't even get me started on what he did to Oz.
Jason Hornsby proved to me that there was still life in the Zombie genre with Every Sigh, the End
I'm too punk rock to admit to loving Braunbeck and Keene. To heck with those guys.