Weston Ochse is the author of twenty books, most recently SEAL Team 666 and its sequel Age of Blood, which the New York Post called 'required reading' and USA Today placed on their 'New and Notable Lists.' His first novel, Scarecrow Gods, won the Bram Stoker Award for Superior Achievement in First Novel and his short fiction has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. His work has appeared in comic books, and magazines such as Cemetery Dance and Soldier of Fortune. He lives in the Arizona desert within rock throwing distance of Mexico. He is a military veteran with 29 years of military service and currently returned from a deployment to Afghanistan. Please contact him through this site.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Video of Me Reading The Crossing of Aldo Ray

While I was in England at the World Horror Convention, Martin Roberts was kind enough to video record my reading of The Crossing of Aldo Ray. The quality is damn good, only I wish I had a stunt double who could really do the story justice. I guess I'm not the only one, but I always hate hearing my voice. Still, I know people will dig this. Please check it out if you have a moment and listen to me read my Bram Stoker Finalist Story - The Crossing of Aldo Ray. It is in two parts.

Part I



Part II

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Facebook | Empire of Salt Victim's League

Facebook | Empire of Salt Victim's League

It's THERE....Not here, but there, unless you are in England, then it's here. Are we clear? Lol.Looks like EMPIRE OF SALT has been released in England twelve days before the release in the U.S. Those lucky Brits. Get yours and be the first!


http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1906735328/

Monday, April 5, 2010

England's Inflatable Pig

Of all the photos I took while I was in England, this one requires the most explanation. It was Saturday, I think. Von and I slept late, then woke hungry. We slogged through the persistent rain and found a pub called The Varsity (Brighton, England). I ordered, sat down with a beer and waited for the food. Soon, I had to go the little boy's room. Frankly, my bladder is the size of a pea. Downstairs, I saw something that will haunt me til the day I die. I hurried back upstairs and said, "Von. Hurry. Give me the camera." She looked at me strangely, as it was clear that I meant to take a picture in the boy's room. Still, she gave it to me, and I hurried downstairs. When I returned, it was with this picture.

From WHC 2010
For those of you who don't know, especially in bars, and most often at truck stops, there are dispensers in mens' bathrooms that dispense all sorts of condoms and the like. Ribbed, knobbed, studded, glowing, spinning, screaming, peach-smelling, sporty, dusty, raunchy, disco, horned, and salty....all sorts of condoms, the most infamous being the French Tickler. So dispensers were no big deal. In fact, they gave me something to look at while I was....well, you get the picture.

So there I was staring at the dispenser and I realized that this was not like any dispenser I had ever seen, nowhere, even in the most dive hole in the wall bars where you wouldn't even take your worst enemy did I ever see a dispenser that dispensed a blow up inflatable pig. Look at the damn picture. Look at the horrified expression on the pig and the joyous satisfied expression on the man. Oh. My. God! And they sell it! For Five Quid. In England. Gah!