Blood Splatters Quickly

sub-heading:
The Collected Stories
£14.17

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  • 318 pages
  • Including 25 black & white illustrations
  • Paperback ISBN 9781939293619
  • E-book ISBN 9781939293626
  • Publication 31 October 2014

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Even if you think you don't know him, you know him. Few in the Hollywood orbit have had greater influence; few have experienced more humiliating failure in their lifetime. Thanks in part to the biopic directed by Tim Burton, starring Johnny Depp and bearing his name, Ed Wood has become an icon of Americana.

Perhaps the purest expression of Wood's théma—pink angora sweaters, over-the-top violence and the fraught relationships between the sexes—can be found in his unadulterated short stories, many of which (including "Blood Splatters Quickly") appeared in short-lived "girly" magazines published throughout the 1970s. The 32 stories included here, replete with original typos, lovingly preserved, have been verified by Bob Blackburn, a trusted associate of Kathy Wood, Ed's widow. In the forty years or more since those initial appearances in adult magazines, none of these stories has been available to the public.

Wood died in 1978, but the legacy of the director of "Plan 9 from Outer Space", "Glen or Glenda", "Jail Bait" and so many other beloved screen classics has only grown in importance. Wood speaks-not least for himself—as one of America's "outsiders" caught up in the struggle to find acceptance inside—and never more directly than in the material in this book.


"To me, Ed Wood was a crazy genius. Way ahead of his time. Everybody was afraid to do the things that he would do. He was the most prolific writer I've ever known. And the fastest. He could write better drunk than most writers could sober."

—Bernie Bloom, magazine publisher

About The Author / Editor

Edward D. Wood, Jr. is known primarily for his film-making. "Bride of the Monster" and "Plan 9 from Outer Space" (called "one of the unbest films ever made") have become camp classics. A renegade by any estimation including his own, he was the author of Orgy of the Dead, Killer in Drag, Devil Girls, Death of a Transvestite, and many other novels and short stories. He enlisted in the Marines after the attack on Pearl Harbor, and purportedly later stated that he feared being wounded more than killed because he wore a bra and panties under his uniform. He was awarded both a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart for his actions at the Battle of Tarawa. He died in 1978 at age 54.

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She was going to send him to the cemetery. He knew that from the moment he saw her flying at him, that knife gleaming over her head.

It was bitter cold and the blizzard had been grinding across the land for more than two days and there didn't appear to be any letting up and Stella, Johnnie's wife, lay dead on the kitchen floor… right where she had fallen dead from the butcher knife wound in her heart - the night the storm had started.

Sure, Johnnie had screwed the neighbor broad right through. Stella had been so right about that. But he couldn't figure why she came charging at him with that foot-long butcher knife. She had flown across the kitchen floor at him screaming her bloody head off... screaming like a wounded eagle. She was screaming as if all the devils of hell, the creatures from the grave, had entered her very being. It was not even her own voice. She had screamed at him before... many times before... but there was never the sound of panic, despair, horror in those tones… if the sounds could even be called tones.

All he remembered about that moment, except the terrifying utterances that gaping mouth made, was that gleaming butcher knife, raised so high above her head and it was coming in his direction... the high-pitched scream... the gaping mouth... the saliva-dripping tongue and lips... the red... bloodshot red eyes which suddenly seemed to have no eyelids... simply blood-red eyes in dark sockets... never blinking... and that black negligee trailing out behind her like sheer bat wings on a heavy breeze.

She had turned into a white-fanged black devil, with but one motivation left in life... to vent her own fury through her arm and electrify the knife and stab it into him.

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Blood Splatters Quickly

sub-heading:
The Collected Stories
£14.17

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about the bookabout

Even if you think you don't know him, you know him. Few in the Hollywood orbit have had greater influence; few have experienced more humiliating failure in their lifetime. Thanks in part to the biopic directed by Tim Burton, starring Johnny Depp and bearing his name, Ed Wood has become an icon of Americana.

Perhaps the purest expression of Wood's théma—pink angora sweaters, over-the-top violence and the fraught relationships between the sexes—can be found in his unadulterated short stories, many of which (including "Blood Splatters Quickly") appeared in short-lived "girly" magazines published throughout the 1970s. The 32 stories included here, replete with original typos, lovingly preserved, have been verified by Bob Blackburn, a trusted associate of Kathy Wood, Ed's widow. In the forty years or more since those initial appearances in adult magazines, none of these stories has been available to the public.

Wood died in 1978, but the legacy of the director of "Plan 9 from Outer Space", "Glen or Glenda", "Jail Bait" and so many other beloved screen classics has only grown in importance. Wood speaks-not least for himself—as one of America's "outsiders" caught up in the struggle to find acceptance inside—and never more directly than in the material in this book.


"To me, Ed Wood was a crazy genius. Way ahead of his time. Everybody was afraid to do the things that he would do. He was the most prolific writer I've ever known. And the fastest. He could write better drunk than most writers could sober."

—Bernie Bloom, magazine publisher

About The Author / Editor

Edward D. Wood, Jr. is known primarily for his film-making. "Bride of the Monster" and "Plan 9 from Outer Space" (called "one of the unbest films ever made") have become camp classics. A renegade by any estimation including his own, he was the author of Orgy of the Dead, Killer in Drag, Devil Girls, Death of a Transvestite, and many other novels and short stories. He enlisted in the Marines after the attack on Pearl Harbor, and purportedly later stated that he feared being wounded more than killed because he wore a bra and panties under his uniform. He was awarded both a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart for his actions at the Battle of Tarawa. He died in 1978 at age 54.

Read An Excerpt

She was going to send him to the cemetery. He knew that from the moment he saw her flying at him, that knife gleaming over her head.

It was bitter cold and the blizzard had been grinding across the land for more than two days and there didn't appear to be any letting up and Stella, Johnnie's wife, lay dead on the kitchen floor… right where she had fallen dead from the butcher knife wound in her heart - the night the storm had started.

Sure, Johnnie had screwed the neighbor broad right through. Stella had been so right about that. But he couldn't figure why she came charging at him with that foot-long butcher knife. She had flown across the kitchen floor at him screaming her bloody head off... screaming like a wounded eagle. She was screaming as if all the devils of hell, the creatures from the grave, had entered her very being. It was not even her own voice. She had screamed at him before... many times before... but there was never the sound of panic, despair, horror in those tones… if the sounds could even be called tones.

All he remembered about that moment, except the terrifying utterances that gaping mouth made, was that gleaming butcher knife, raised so high above her head and it was coming in his direction... the high-pitched scream... the gaping mouth... the saliva-dripping tongue and lips... the red... bloodshot red eyes which suddenly seemed to have no eyelids... simply blood-red eyes in dark sockets... never blinking... and that black negligee trailing out behind her like sheer bat wings on a heavy breeze.

She had turned into a white-fanged black devil, with but one motivation left in life... to vent her own fury through her arm and electrify the knife and stab it into him.

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