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“Let us think the unthinkable, let us do the undoable, let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself,
and see if we may not eff it after all.”

Douglas Adams, Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency

Atomic Carnival Books is a small, independent publisher of weird speculative fiction. Inside our battered and glowing tents, you’ll find horror, sci-fi, dark fantasy, and bizarro, with hefty doses of camp and comedy. Sometimes we’re here, sometimes we’re there, and sometimes we’re someplace else entirely. For we are cursed to roam eternally, slinking through the twilight, from town to town to town, from book to book to book, forever in search of the strange, the beautiful, and the ridiculous.

We’re especially interested in hearing from chronically ill and disabled writers, and all of our submission windows will include an extended two-week period exclusively for them.

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Eirik Gumeny is the editor of Atomic Carnival Books and author of Infernal Organs and the cult-favorite Exponential Apocalypse series. His short fiction has appeared in, among others, Impossible Worlds, Kaleidotrope, Soul Jar (Forest Avenue Press), and Escalators to Hell (From Beyond Press). His nonfiction has been published by Cracked, Wired, and and even The New York Times once.

Born with cystic fibrosis, Eirik still has cystic fibrosis, because that’s how genetic diseases work. In 2014, he received a double lung transplant and technically died a little. He got better.

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