If April breeds lilacs from the dead land, October blows the life from vibrant trees. Harvest brings feasting. We hope the stores will last the winter. Nights stretch, shadows grow. That country road with the trees and fireflies is now watchful eyes, creaking and cold wind. Crisp frost on early morning grass. Soon the freeze will come. You leave footprints behind that fade in the early morning light. No one saw them but you.
We light fires because the nights are cold, and feel our ancestors comforted by the light and warmth and the feeling that the fire will keep Them away. Warm apple cider under bright full moons. A billion shades of orange in the trees. Virgin composition books waiting for your name + their name. Homecoming. High school football games. Crab season. Fat orange squash carved into forgotten wards. The growing silence as the birds and insects flee for warmer climes. Crowded kitchens. Migration. Jubilation. Temptation. Trepidation. Going into the cave. Jumping in a pile of leaves. The last trip to go swimming. A thousand ghouls on the streets begging for sweets.
Octo: Games Of Autumn will ship mid-October 2013.
Here's who is contributing so far, and a bit about what they're writing.
"Hallowe'en night, and one of this town's children is about to discover a way into another world, and leave this one."
Whatever Walks There
"No one can say exactly when the new house appeared - some say it was last night, while others recollect it being weeks ago - but as our homes grow gray and sag in their foundations, its presence grows ever more imposing... a pristine shadow looming over all of us."