Thoughts on Eldritch Nights 10th Anniversary

Today I went to the funeral of my grandfather Steve.

Steve was funny. Steve was charming. Steve was light. Steve was life. He was the beating heart and pulse of the room and, knowing my family, god knows we needed him. Steve wouldn’t have wanted to be called grandfather. Steve was Steve. He was uncle Steve. I loved him.

In other news, today also marked the sad, premature passing of One Direction member Liam Payne. Ten years ago, his band ruled the world. There’s even a joke in Eldritch Nights about Daphne’s victims resembling One Direction; and yet, by the time the book was finished in 2016, the band was no more. Now that Liam Payne has passed, along with Uncle Steve, it really does feel like the end of an era. That time Eldritch Nights represented, it’s just no more.

Megan’s not coming back from the dead.

Loomis isn’t coming back from the dead.

The Dark Creature is lost forever beneath the waves.

It’s in this time that, tasteless as it sounds, I look to the words of H.P. Lovecraft for comfort, “what is dead may never die”.