The Black Gate Christmas Gift List
[Apologies in advance for not being politically correct enough to call this the Black Gate Holiday Gift List. If you don’t celebrate Christmas, kindly ignore this post. Or use our suggestions to buy something for yourself, we won’t tell anyone.]
If you’re a Black Gate fan, we already know a lot about you. You’re almost certainly a fantasy devotee, well-read, with impeccable taste, and accustomed to the natural adoration of your peers. Pretty close, right? And you’re probably also a procrastinator who puts off Christmas shopping until the last minute, and ends up buying Wal-Mart gift certificates on December 24.
You can do better than that. In fact, we’re here to help you. Here’s a handy list of the best fantasy books, movies, games and comics of the season, with a link to a recent review, courtesy of the editors and staff of Black Gate magazine. We have gifts for every price range, from $5 to $150. Good luck, and happy shopping!
- A Guile of Dragons, James Enge ($17.95)
- The Bones of the Old Ones, by Howard Andrew Jones ($25.99)
- American Science Fiction: 9 Classic Novels, edited by Gary K. Wolfe ($70)
- Universal Classic Monsters: The Essential Collection ($149.98)
- Lords of Waterdeep, Wizards of the Coast ($49.99)
- The Weird, edited by Ann and Jeff VanderMeer ($39.99)
- Epic: Legends of Fantasy, edited by John Joseph Adams ($17.95)
- A Throne of Bones, Vox Day ($4.99)
- Three Parts Dead, Max Gladstone ($24.99)
- Books To Die For, edited by John Connolly and Declan Burke ($29.99)


I didn’t know it at the time, but back when I was ten and surfing through horrendous Tarzan movies on rainy Saturday afternoons, The Horseman On the Roof (Le Hussard Sure le Toit, 1995) was the film I was actually hoping to see. Not that I would have understood much of what was going on, but the kinetic energy of it –– the film’s unswerving certainty that these events matter –– would have transported me right out of my seat.
Once upon a very suspect time, a human being by the name of Terry Pratchett conjured up a space-traveling sea turtle by the name of A’tuin, and proceeded to make a sizable fortune from the disc-shaped world he emplaced upon her. In Pratchett’s Discworld novels, magic of the most unpredictable kind is the norm, and so it should come as no surprise that, eventually, somebody had to commit his unique brand of literary lunacy to celluloid.
The epic of this film’s development is definitely beginning to look like a journey not of sight or sound, but only of mind.
Over the last few years, I’ve been a big fan of Disney/Pixar films, but not so much of the films put out by Disney itself. While I enjoyed Tangled well enough, when compared to the Toy Story franchise or Wall-E, the more mainstream Disney movies just don’t have the same emotional impact.
About a month ago, The Avengers