Daytide & Interview with the Author Chris Panatier
So for something different today, I have decided to start a little series of interviews with authors I think deserve more notice and attention. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know your thoughts!

Hi Chris, thank you for agreeing to do the interview with me!
Let’s start with what are you focused on right now- between your novel Shitshow’s debut and the very special, illustrated edition of Daytide, you have your fingers in all sort of interesting pies! What’s the main focus?
It does seem like I’m dancing about quite a lot lately. And that’s true to an extent. As you know, publication order does not always mirror the order in which you write things. I wrote DAYTIDE originally in 2020 and finished it in 2022 after two full re-writes. I wrote the bulk of SHITSHOW in 2023 and it sort of sat there while I worked on some other things. Then, early in 2025, the opportunities came to publish both, so that’s how that all happened. Having now done pretty much the final art and polishing of DAYTIDE for publication, I’ve turned my attention chiefly to two new projects. One is a horror novel I’m writing with a friend of mine that we are doing mostly for fun. The second is my 2027 novel for Angry Robot. Very excited about that one, but can’t say a lot about it now (not being cute, I’m still figuring it out myself).
I loved reading Daytide many moons ago, and remember thinking at the time that it has a real “cult favourite” potential. It’s a big book – what was the big idea behind it?
I remember you reading this book and giving me some great feedback! It is a big book! I remember being in college and law school and thinking that it was a crime against humanity that anyone would ask me to write a paper exceeding thirty pages and this thing tops out at over five hundred! Who am I? Anyhow, the big idea behind DAYTIDE was that I had answered a question my daughter posed about why churches have steeples. Now, my answer was entirely made up, and she understands that her father regularly makes up answers to her questions as a matter of entertainment, but it did get me thinking…what if steeples were an antenna of sorts, or a waypoint for beings from somewhere else? It all bloomed from that epicenter. Sprawled, you might say. To your point, I think most people who read DAYTIDE will find themselves in a type story they’ve not seen before.
The special edition includes a lot of your artwork. How does your art inform your writing and vice versa?

When I’m writing, all I’m thinking about is the writing. That isn’t to say that visualization isn’t important, because I’m doing that constantly as I’m drafting. I do think that I tend to paint my scenes cinematically, and that’s just how I think. As a visual artist, I’m a visual thinker. But I’m not possessed of any specific ideas about how I would paint or illustrate certain aspects of the story. On the other hand, the writing certainly informed the art that I ended up doing to accompany the story and I found myself reading back through it to make sure I had everything right, but also making my own decisions about visual details that I’d not given in the words. That’s one of the reasons I’m not rushing to put art with my stories. Most of the time I like to leave visualization up to the reader. But DAYTIDE was asking to be illustrated.
I really enjoy the playful aspect of your writing. You seem to really enjoy highlighting the grotesque in your books and visual arts. Do you simply enjoy them as a form of artistic freedom or do they serve another purpose as well?
If I have a modus operandi for my visual art and my writing, it is to be as evocative as I possibly can. And I suppose there’s a sort of sanguine joy pervading my descriptions, whether written or illustrated. I think that comes from my recognition that life isn’t to be taken for granted and I want to express my joy at being alive in everything I do. Part of that is by burying my teeth all the way up to the gums when I’m describing violence, body horror, or emotional arcs.
We live in very turbulent times. Do you use your writing as a means to process what is happening in the world or as a way to distract yourself from it?
I am one hundred percent using my writing to work through what is happening in the world. It’s not intentional, though it seems to be inevitable. From my debut THE PHLEBOTOMIST, through MORGAN BRIGHT, DAYTIDE, and even SHITSHOW, I’m attacking issues facing our society. Sometimes it’s very on the nose, and often it’s more of an oblique approach. But yeah, I can’t help but do it. And I do feel it helps me to understand our world better, even if I’m not solving all its problems.
The publishing industry is currently undergoing a lot of changes, not all of them great. What direction do you think publishing might go in the next few years?
Whew that’s a biggie. Some things about publishing are very exciting. I think indie is having a heyday right now. I publish on both sides of that ledger, with a steady diet of traditional work to go along with my indie stuff and there are well understood pros and cons to each. I think the best part of the indie world is the freedom. Look- I’m incredibly proud of SHITSHOW, but no traditional publisher was going to put that out. Sobelo Books did and it’s been very successful for them and for me. Indie is metal as fuck and I love that. Traditional pubs, on the other hand, mostly love to play it safe. They say they want to publish “genre-bending” work, but usually not until someone else has the courage to do it first. So, I have a pretty clear head about all that. At the end of the day, my job is to write. I don’t worry about where it will find a home or if it will find a home when I’m writing. On my toughest days, I try to remember that writing and creating are the things I love. If I can publish it too, then great.
What’s next for you?
Great question! I have stories coming out in the Punk2 Anthology as well as in the Taylor Swift “Look What You Made Me Do” horror anthology coming from Sobelo Books. DAYTIDE arrives on February 26, 2026, WORRY BOX hits shelves from Angry Robot on September 22, 2026, and then another horror novel in September of 2027. I also have yet another novel (KILL ME WITH FIRE) on submission right meeeeow!
You can grab an exclusive illustrated copy of Daytide here!
To learn more about Chris Panatier, check out his website!
Unredeemable villains and the girls who love them
I’ve been watching Bon Appétit, Your Majesty lately, a pretty delightful Korean time-travel drama about a Michelin-style chef who is magically pulled 500 years back in time, where she finds herself accosted by, and forcibly-hired by a despotic Joseon tyrant, who just happens to be a gourmet.

The show is hilarious and highly entertaining with its combination of slapstick and court-machinations-drama.
However, I’m anxiously awaiting the moment the show is destined to become a romance. Honestly, any episode now. The despot is played by a man too pretty to waste on a straight drama, I get it.
However, the show creators have made the choice in the early episodes to make the man entirely unredeemable. A capricious, murderous, lecherous tyrant, who threatens to murder or maim the female protagonist every ten minutes or so, is not exactly #relationshipgoals.

Looking at the moon wistfully when thinking of her is somehow not enough to make us forget he was wholly entertained by a competition where the losing cooks were to have their arms sliced off (he only let them go when a whole bunch of women including his grandmother, the entire kitchen staff and the female protagonist begged him on their knees, whereupon he stormed off like a toddler in a tantrum).
‘But he bought her pretty fabric she didn’t ask for!’ One might whine. ‘He drunkenly forcibly kissed her then maintained she should be thankful!’
Now, each country has its own brand of misogyny, and I am no way qualified to place this drama within Korean conventions. I might be missing context here.
But I can’t help but wonder if, like the US romcoms from the 90s and 00s, if women aren’t being systematically primed to again accept and normalise abusive behaviour in the name of love.
He almost murdered me, therefore he didn’t, therefore he loves me, is a bit of a mental stretch, to be honest.
But the show is entertaining, the show is great, the show makes me watch and absorb and laugh, yet I hope not quite accept what it’s serving.
No matter how delicious it might be.
Having fun in the margins.
For those who know: I have recently self-published something for the first time ever: a historical romantasy, Binding the Cuckoo, set in Gilded Age London.

So, to nobody’s surprise, self-publishing is hard, as I have found out. Harder by far than I’d anticipated. And, even with somewhat of a track-record, the truth is nobody is exactly waiting for another indie book. Anything that happens, happens because the author tortured themselves with yet another late-night marketing tutorial marathon.
And so the thing that must keep you going, the thing that makes all this effort fun, cannot be the hope of a sales outcome.
The true joy of writing, even in my more seriously-serious-Sirius books, for me sits in the little vignettes, the bits of funny dialogue on the margins of a story. A cheeky one-liner. An unhinged concept that has horrified my friends, and yet I find a way to smuggle in with a bit of cheeky humour.
I am such a serious writer, of course. An auteur, with an extra ‘eur’ for good measure. When I’m asked to pose as one.
But inside I so often feel like a kid, in my own, custom-designed playground. Where anything goes, and the slides go up, as well as down.
And if I want to add a little cuteness, then I shall do so.
Below I include a little extract, which I had included in my novel for no better reason than because it amused me. If it amuses you as well, well then my heart is full.
[an extract from Binding the Cuckoo]
She almost jumped with the shock and ended up pushing the needle into her finger.
“Ouch! Stephen, you startled me!” She put the pad of her pricked finger in her mouth.
“Are you a bampire?” he asked, his pale eyes narrowing with suspicion.
“A bampire?” Her mouth hung open, as Posy’s son climbed onto the sofa next to her.
“A bampire,” he replied and rolled his eyes. “Open.” He leaned forward and put his fingers on Hare’s chin, to which she objected weakly.
The domovoy made a chortling sound from the edge of the sofa, then bolted before Stephen could turn his attentions to the very fluffy creature at Hare’s side.
“Steffen”!” Francine Winchfield burst through the door and stood like a diminutive valkyrie, her hands on her waist, all outrage. All she needed to complete the picture was a little horned helmet. “Why you do?” She gestured towards him.
“I believe Stephen was enquiring whether I’m a…” Hare glanced at him.
“A bampire.” He scoffed at his sister and went back to inspecting Hare’s mouth.
“Stephen, I would really like to know what you’re doing.”
“So would I.”
Hare’s heart leaped at the familiar voice. She looked to the door. Ernest stood behind Francine, his hands folded behind his back. But the moment she saw his face, any hope she might have held out left her. He wasn’t even looking at her, focusing his attention solely on Stephen.
“Steffen wants to check if Aunt Edwina is a bampire.” Francine turned to Ernest and spoke in the tones of a school mistress when addressing a particularly dense student.
“Indeed.” Ernest’s eyelid twitched, like he almost wanted to glance at Hare. Instead, he chose to address his niece. “Miss Walker is not your aunt, Francie.” There was tension in his voice.
Hare tightened her lips into a line. It’s not like she told the girl to call her an aunt. What did he want, for her to be mean to a child?
“Oh.” The disappointment made Francine’s mouth droop for a moment. Ernest picked up the girl and walked up to the seat opposite Hare’s.
“Stephen, why did you say Miss Edwina was the… the thing you said?” Ernest asked.
“She drank blood!” the boy pointed an accusatory finger at Hare.
“I beg your pardon?” Hare felt as if she was having an out-of-body experience.
Ernest looked equally puzzled.
“She did!” Stephen folded his arms. “She put a needle in her finger and then blood came out and then she put it in her mouth!” He grimaced and shook his head in disgust.
“Ah, I see.” Ernest nodded seriously. “Excellent powers of deduction there, Stephen.”
“Are not!” Francine stuck out her tongue at her brother.
“So what is the next step in your investigation?” Ernest placated Francine with a pat on the head and leaned forward. He was enjoying this.
“I will check her mouth.” Stephen nodded sagely. He’d reddened with pleasure at his uncle’s praise. “You always have to check the mouth of a bampire.”
[end of the extract]
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Butter and (Un)healthy relationships in fiction
I have just finished the absolutely transformative Butter by Asako Yuzuki, which gives such nuanced thoughts about women, their perception of themselves, and how their bodies are scrutinised in public. In the context of my own writing, it made me think of what we consider a happy relationship in fiction, especially in romance. While some level of objectification feels necessary (after all, romantic partners generally have to find each other attractive), in a lot of romance and romantasy novels I read lately, a lot of emphasis is put on the size disparity between the protagonists. The female characters are usually tiny, to a point of fetishism (with the notable exception of some Sarah McLean novels), with their partners being almost grotesquely larger.
The male romantic lead so often is portrayed as a bit dangerous, usually uncommunicative, with a very distinct strength/power disparity between himself and the female protagonist.
I wonder just how much of those differences come from the reader’s desire to relinquish control in a safe setting, and how much comes from our society’s fetishisation of toxic/controlling relationships. I personally tend to feel a bit uneasy with such scenarios, especially when such relationships are idealised in romances.
Whilst I’m not here to judge anyone’s preferences in reading, it is important to me to create a space in fiction for healthy, communicative and equitable relationships, and writing passion that comes from true connection, rather than the thrill of danger. And, most importantly, I want my readers to feel happy once they’re finished reading Binding the Cuckoo. I want them to feel confident that the protagonist is, in fact, quite, quite safe with her chosen partner.
I want my Happily Ever Afters to have no caveats to them. I like to write my romance romantic, and my horror horroresque. And I tend to leave the two distinct from each other.
New Book Announcement!
Some stock of WHISPERS IN THE EARTH still available!

Our successful kickstarter campaign last year has allowed us to create two beautiful editions of our folklore anthology: a paperback and an exclusive hardcover.
Now that all the backers have received their copies, we can distribute the remaining stock via The Broken Binding. But please note, the stock is very limited, so consider purchasing soon, to avoid disappointment.
Each of the twenty stories is illustrated with a hand-carved linocut print. No AI in sight. Slow art, one could say!
Again, thank you so much to all who believed in this project and helped me to bring it to life.
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