C2E2 schedule, Australian book tour and U.K. book tour!

I’ve gathered all the information for my upcoming appearances in this post, so read on!

I’ll be a literary guest at C2E2 in Chicago on February 29th and March 1st! There’s an amazing lineup of authors this year and I’m so excited to be participating. My publisher has generously provided a limited number of LOOKING GLASS arcs to Anderson’s Bookshop, the retailer at the autographing area. The arcs will be given as a bonus to anyone who purchases one of my titles, so it’s two books for one and you get an early copy! Panel and signing information below:

Saturday, February 29 12:30 pm- 1:30 pm Room S405a

AUTHORS ON THE BEST ADVICE I EVER GOT – Join authors Terry Brooks (The Shannara Chronicles), Rae Carson (Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker), Christina Henry (The Chronicles of Alice), Zack Jordan (The Last Human), Josh Malerman (Bird Box), and Sam Sykes (Seven Blades in Black,) as they talk about the best writing advice they ever got, and what advice they would give to an aspiring writer.

Saturday, February 29 1:45 pm- 2:45 pm Autographing at Autograph Table 4

Come meet Terry Brooks, Rae Carson, Christina Henry, Zack Jordan, Josh Malerman, and Sam Sykes (all at Table 4)!
Items will not be provided, but books will be available for purchase at the signing from Andersons, the official bookseller of C2E2. Author signings are free and first come first served.

Sunday, March 1 1:45 pm- 2:45 pm Room S504

TODAY’S VOICES IN CONTEMPORARY HORROR WRITING: Join Josh Malerman (Bird Box), Joe Hill (Horns, Heart-Shaped Box), Daniel Kraus (The Shape of Water, Bent Heavens), and Christina Henry (The Chronicles of Alice) as they discuss how to build terror and deliver expertly crafted chills and thrills in horror fiction.

Sunday, March 1 3:00 pm- 4:00 pm Autographing

Come meet Joe Hill (Table 1), Josh Malerman (Table 2), Christina Henry and Daniel Kraus (Table 4)!
Items will not be provided, but books will be available for purchase at the signing from Andersons, the official bookseller of C2E2. Author signings are free and first come first served.

I’m also extremely excited to announce all the details for my upcoming Australian tour from March 6-March 14. I’ll be a guest at Supanova in Melbourne and the Gold Coast, and in between I’ll have several bookstore appearances in and around Sydney. For more information on Supanova panels and signings, check here. For bookstore stops, please check out the graphic below. Further information can be found by contacting the bookshops.

And last but not least, I’ll be appearing at StokerCon UK in Scarborough from April 16th – April 19th, 2020. More information plus weekend memberships and single-day tickets can be found here.

I’ll be doing a short bookshop tour of the UK following StokerCon with the wonderful Tim Lebbon. Tickets and more information can be found on the Waterstones event page here. For all of our tour stops, see below!

I hope to see you out there!

New books, new gig and upcoming appearances!

I’ve got lots of news to share this week, so read on for info about new books, upcoming appearances and my brand-new gig as a podcast host.

The news is now official so I can announce that I’ll be writing two more books for Berkley – NEAR THE BONE, a horror novel about a woman who lives on a mountain with her abusive husband and discovers there’s more than one kind of monster in the woods, and HORSEMAN, a dark reimagining of “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”. Release dates, covers and more info to come!

In the meantime I’ve got a novella collection, a novel and a short story coming out this year, so there’s plenty to keep you busy until NEAR THE BONE and HORSEMAN are released.

First up is my short story “As Red As Blood, As White As Snow” in the CURSED anthology, edited by Marie O’Regan and Paul Kane. There’s a fantastic lineup of authors in this anthology, including M.R. Carey, Neil Gaiman, Charlie Jane Anders, Jane Yolen, Christopher Golden, Tim Lebbon and more. If you love dark fairy tales you won’t want to miss this! CURSED will be released on March 3rd, 2020 and you can preorder now at any bookstore.

LOOKING GLASS, a collection of four novellas set in the ALICE universe, releases April 21, 2020. For more info you can read an excerpt here.

Finally, THE GHOST TREE, a horror novel about a Midwestern town under a curse, releases October 6th, 2020. I’m so excited for all of you to read this one – this book is really close to my heart. Here’s the back cover copy:

“When people go missing in the sleepy town of Smith’s Hollow, the only clue to their fate comes when a teenager starts having terrifying visions, in a chilling horror novel from national bestselling author Christina Henry.

When the bodies of two girls are found torn apart in the town of Smiths Hollow, Lauren is surprised, but she also expects that the police won’t find the killer. After all, the year before her father’s body was found with his heart missing, and since then everyone has moved on. Even her best friend, Miranda, has become more interested in boys than in spending time at the old ghost tree, the way they used to when they were kids.

So when Lauren has a vision of a monster dragging the remains of the girls through the woods, she knows she can’t just do nothing. Not like the rest of her town. But as she draws closer to answers, she realizes that the foundation of her seemingly normal town might be rotten at the center. And that if nobody else stands for the missing, she will.”

One of my favorite hobbies is to watch movies and talk about movies, and my pals Jeff and Jim gave me a chance to do this for a wider audience on their podcast T.M.I. – Confessionals of the Nerd Kind by making me an official member of T.M.I.! If you love movies as much as we do give us a listen on Apple podcasts, Spotify or wherever you listen to podcasts. Last week we had a very impassioned episode discussing PARASITE and THE HOST, two masterpieces by Korean filmmaker Bong Joon-ho. You can listen here or on your favorite podcast app.

If you enjoy that episode and are looking for more Korean films to try, check out my list of Five More Korean Films For Fans of PARASITE.

I’m so pleased to announce that I’ll be a literary guest at C2E2 in Chicago on February 29th & March 1 2020. For more information about the convention and my panels and signings you can click here.

I’ve got some really exciting news for my U.K. fans – I’ll be attending StokerCon in Scarborough from April 16th to April 19th, and I’ll be touring the U.K. the following week! My publisher is still finalizing dates and locations (and that information will be announced here when I have it), but I look forward to seeing you all at bookstores around the U.K. in April!

Summer update

I’ve had some questions from readers regarding my upcoming work, so here’s a quick update:
1) First up is LOOKING GLASS. It will be released in April of 2020.
What it is not: A full-length novel about Alice and Hatcher.
What it is: Four novellas (about 40-50 pages each) set in the Chronicles of Alice universe. Two stories are about Alice and Hatcher post-RED QUEEN, one story is about young Hatcher in the Old City, and one story is about a young girl in the New City with a connection to Alice.
Preorders are available from most bookstores now for LOOKING GLASS; I’ll be posting links on this page soon. I also hope to have some cover art for you to see pretty soon as well.
2) I have another book coming out in October of next year called THE GHOST TREE.
What it is not: A retelling of any kind.
What it is: A stand-alone horror novel about a midwestern town under a curse. I am really excited about this book and I hope that all of you love it as much as I do.
3) Finally, several people have asked if there will be a sequel to THE GIRL IN RED. There is no sequel planned at this time. Thank you so much to everyone who loved Red.

The Girl in Red!

THE GIRL IN RED is out today, and I’m so excited for all of you to read it! It was selected as one of the Best Science Fiction and Fantasy Books of June by Barnes and Noble as well as one of Amazon’s Best Book of the Month: Science Fiction and Fantasy. Kirkus included it in their June roundup of SFF and said, “With The Girl in Red, Christina Henry once again proves that retellings don’t necessarily lack originality.” Publishers Weekly gave it a great review and said “Satisfyingly upends the familiar tale of a clever girl, a dangerous wolf, and a brave savior, and folklore fans will enjoy this bloody near-future variation on a familiar theme.” Booklist says, “The versatile Henry has reimagined another classic fairy tale, this time with a fascinating narrative about surviving the apocalypse.” It was also included on The Verge’s 11 New Science Fiction and Fantasy Books to Check out in Late June list.

If you’re in Chicago, I’m having a book launch party at Bucket O’Blood Books and Records on Sunday, June 23rd at 4pm. There will be books and conversation and fun! I hope you can join me there.

U.S. edition published by Berkley Publishing, an imprint of Penguin Random House

To add THE GIRL IN RED to your Goodreads list click here

Grab the U.S. edition of THE GIRL IN RED from your favorite bookseller:


Anderson’s Bookshops


Barnes & Noble

The Book Cellar





Mysterious Galaxy


Unabridged Bookstore


Women and Children First

The U.K. edition of THE GIRL IN RED is published by Titan Books

Pick it up from your favorite bookseller:

Amazon U.K.



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C2E2 schedule!

Headed to C2E2 this weekend? So am I! I have panels and signings on Friday and Sunday, and my publisher will be giving away early copies of THE GIRL IN RED as a gift-with-purchase for anyone who buys one of my books at the signing. I hope to see some of you there!
Friday, March 22
1:45 PM – 2:45 PM: Panel in Room S405a
Once Upon a Time (But Also Different)
Think you know what’s really over the rainbow? Or the true story behind Alice’s adventures in wonderland? Come hear from authors and comic creators that are flipping your favorite fairy tales and iconic stories on their heads with delicious twists, turns and remixes that’ll keep fans turning the page!
3:00 PM – 4:00 PM: Autographing at Tables 41 & 42
Sunday, March 24
2:30 PM – 3:30 PM: Panel in Room S405a
Twists, Turns & Screams
Do you have a secret? Do you need answers! Put your detective’s hat, follow the clues and the things that go bump in the night to this can’t miss panel featuring a bevy of mystery, thriller and horror writers! What makes a compelling mystery? What will keep your readers on the edge of their seat till the very last page?
3:45 PM – 4:45 PM: Autographing at Tables 41 & 42

Are you ready to meet THE GIRL IN RED?

I can’t believe it’s 2019 already! I’m so excited to share a preview of my upcoming SF/horror novel THE GIRL IN RED (release date: June 18, 2019) with you. Read on for a sneak peek of the first chapter, the U.S. and U.K. covers and all the links you need to add it to your Goodreads list or preorder from your favorite bookstore.


The Taste of Fears

Somewhere in an American forest

The fellow across the fire gave Red the once-over, from the wild corkscrews of her hair peeking out from under her red hood to the small hand axe that rested on the ground beside her. His eyes darted from the dried blood on the blade—just a shadow in the firelight—to the backpack of supplies next to it and back to her face, which she made as bland as rice pudding.

Red knew very well what he was thinking, what he thought he would be able to do to her. Men like him were everywhere, before and after the world fell apart, and it didn’t take any great perception to see what was in their eyes. No doubt he’d raped and murdered and thieved plenty since the Crisis (she always thought of it that way, with a capital letter) began. He’d hurt those he thought were weak or that he took by surprise, and he’d survived because of it.

Lots of people thought that because she was a woman with a prosthetic leg it would be easy to take advantage of her—that she would be slow, or incapable. Lots of people found out they were wrong. Someone had found out just a short while before—hence the still-bloody axe that kept drawing the attention of the stranger who’d come to her fire without invitation.

She should have cleaned the blade, though not because she was worried about scaring him. She should have done it because it was her only defense besides her brain, and she ought to take better care of it.

He’d swaggered out of the trees and into the clearing, all “hey-little-lady-don’t-you-want-some-company.” He had remarked on the cold night and how nice her fire looked. His hair was bristle-brush stiff and close to the scalp, like he’d shaved it to the skin once, but it was growing out now. Had he shaved it because he’d been a soldier? If he had been, he was likely a deserter now. He was skinny in a ropy muscled way, and put her in mind of a coyote. A hungry coyote.

He didn’t look sick; that was the main thing. Of course nobody looked sick when they first caught it, but pretty soon after they would be coughing and their eyes would be red from all the burst blood vessels and a few days after the Cough started, well . . . it was deceptively mild at first, that cough, just a dry throat that didn’t seem to go away and then it suddenly was much more, a mild skirmish that turned into a world war without your noticing.

It didn’t escape Red’s notice that underneath his raggedy field coat there was a bulge at his hip. She wondered, in a vaguely interested sort of way, if he actually knew how to use the gun or if he just enjoyed pretending he was a man while flashing it around.

She waited. She wasn’t under any obligation to be polite to someone who thought she was his next victim. He hadn’t introduced himself, although he had put his hands near the fire she’d so painstakingly built.

“Are you . . . ?” he began, his eyes darting over her again. His gaze paused for a moment when he saw the gleam of metal at her left ankle, visible just beneath the roll of her pants.

“Am I what?” she asked. Her tone did not encourage further conversation.

He hesitated, seemingly thinking better of it, then gestured at his face. “Your eyes are light, but your skin is brown. You look like you’re half-and-half.”

She gave him her blandest glance yet, her face no more expressive than a slice of Wonder Bread.

“Half-and-half?” she said, pretending not to understand.

Red had that indeterminate mixed-race look that made white people nervous, because they didn’t know what box to put her in. She might be half African or Middle Eastern. She might be a Latina or maybe she was just a really dark Italian. Her eyes were an inheritance from her father, a kind of greenish blue, and that always caused further confusion.

Their eyes always flicked up to her hair, looking for clues, but she had big fat curls that could have come from anybody. She was used to speculative glances and stupid questions, having dealt with a lifetime of them, but it always surprised her (it shouldn’t have, but it did) how many people still cared about that dumb shit when the world was coming to an end.

“I was just wondering what—” he said.

“Where I come from it’s not polite to start asking people about their folk before you’re even introduced.”

“Right,” he said. The intruder had lost some of the swagger he’d had coming into the clearing in the first place.

“What are you doing out here on your own? I thought everyone was supposed to go to the nearest quarantine camp,” he finally said, choosing not to introduce himself despite her admonishment.

They were not going to be friends, then. Red did not feel sad about this.

“What are you doing out here on your own?” she answered.

“Right,” he said, shuffling his feet. His eyes darted in all directions, a sure sign that a lie was on offer. “I lost my friends in the dark. There were soldiers and we got separated.”

“Soldiers?” she asked, sharper than she intended. “A foot patrol?”


“How many soldiers?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. A bunch. It was dark, and we didn’t want to go to the camp. Same as you.”

Don’t try to act like we have something in common. “Did you come from the highway? Do you know which way they were headed? Did they follow you?”

“No, I got away clean. Didn’t hear any of them behind me.”

This sounded like something he’d made up to explain the fact that he was alone in the woods with no supplies and no companions and sniffing around her fire looking for something he didn’t have.

Red sincerely hoped he was as full of shit as he seemed, because she was not interested in encountering any soldiers. The government wanted everyone rounded up and quarantined (“to safely prevent the further spread of the disease”—Red had snorted when she heard that announcement because the fastest way to spread disease is to put a whole bunch of people in tight quarters and those government doctors ought to know better) and she didn’t have time for their quarantine. She had to get to her grandmother, and she still had a very long way to go.

Red had passed near a highway earlier in the day. The experience filled her with anxiety since soldiers (and people generally) were more likely to be near highways and roadways and towns. She hadn’t encountered a patrol there, but she’d had a small . . . conflict . . . with a group of three ordinary people about two or three miles into the woods past the road. Since then she’d tried to make tracks as fast as possible away from anywhere that might be populated. Red wasn’t interested in joining up with a group.

She hadn’t asked the coyote to sit down and join her, and it was clear he didn’t know what to do with himself. Red could see the shape of what he figured would happen on his face.

He’d thought she would be polite, that she would offer to share her space with him. He’d thought she would trust him, because she was alone and he was alone and of course people were pack animals and would naturally want to herd together. Then when her guard was down or maybe when she’d fallen asleep, he’d take what he wanted from her and leave. She was not following his script, and he didn’t know how to improvise.

Well, Red’s mother hadn’t raised a fool, and she wasn’t about to invite a coyote to sit down to dinner with her. She stirred the stew over the fire and determined that it was finished heating.

“That smells good,” he said hopefully.

“Sure does,” Red replied. She pulled the pot off the fire and poured some of the stew into her camp bowl.

“I haven’t eaten a darn thing since yesterday,” he said.

Red moved the bowl into her lap and spooned a tiny bit of stew, just a mouse bite, into her mouth. It was too soon to eat it and hot, far too hot, and it scorched her tongue. She wasn’t going to be able to taste anything for a couple of hours after that, but she didn’t show it. She only looked at him, and waited for whatever it was that he was going to do.

He narrowed his eyes then, and she glimpsed the predator he’d tried to disguise under a charm mask.

“Where I come from it’s polite to share if you’ve got food and someone else doesn’t,” he said.

“You don’t say.”

She spooned up some more stew, never taking her eyes from him. She was going to lose what was in the pot in a minute when he charged at her, and she was sorry for it, for she was hungry and it wasn’t easy to carry those cans of stew around.

He pulled out the gun then, the one he’d been pretending not to finger the whole time.

“Give me what’s in your bag, bitch,” he snarled, his lips pulling back from his teeth.

Red calmly put the bowl in her lap to one side. “No.”

“Give it to me or I’ll shoot you,” he said, waving the gun in her general direction.

He thought he was being menacing, and it made her snort. He looked like a cartoon villain in a movie, a mangy excuse for a badass—the kind that threaten the hero when he walks through an alley and get thrashed for their trouble. She wasn’t dumb enough to think that he couldn’t hurt her, though. Even an idiot with a gun was dangerous.

“Are you laughing at me?” His face twisted in fury as he stepped closer.

He was coming around the side where she’d rested the pot, as she’d expected. He was afraid of the axe, though he didn’t want to acknowledge it, so he was giving the bloodied blade a wide berth. That was fine by Red.

“What’s the matter, bitch? Scared?” he cooed. He mistook her silence for fear, apparently.

She waited, patient as a fisherman on a summer’s day, until he was within arm’s length. Then she grabbed the pot handle and stood as fast as she could, using her real leg and her free arm for force to push upward and tapping her other leg down only for balance once she was on her feet.

The trouble with the prosthetic was that it didn’t spring—Red didn’t have a fancy blade that could perform feats of athleticism—but she’d figured out how to compensate using her other leg. She needed to prevent the coyote from killing her for her food.

Her sudden movement arrested him, his gaze flying to the axe that he’d expected her to grab. Red could have, she supposed, stayed right where she was on the ground and embedded the blade in his thigh, but that might have resulted in a protracted struggle and she didn’t want a struggle.

The goal was not to have a fancy movie fistfight that looked good from every angle. She wanted him down. She wanted him done. She wanted him unable to grab her.

Red flung the rest of the boiling stew in his face.

The intruder screamed, dropped his gun, and clawed at his skin. It blistered and bubbled, and she noticed she’d managed to hit one of his eyes. She didn’t want to think about how horrible that felt because it looked like something awful. Red forced down the gorge that threatened at the smell of his burning flesh. She grabbed up the axe then and swung it into his stomach.

All the soft organs under his shirt gave away—she felt them squishing beneath the pressure of the blade, and hot blood spurted over her hands and then there was an even worse smell: the smell of what was supposed to be inside your body coming out, and she did cough then, felt the little mouse bite of her dinner coming back up mixed in with bile. It stopped her throat and made her whole body heave.

But Red wasn’t about to let him get up again and come after her and so she pulled the axe straight across his torso before yanking it out. It made a squelching, sucking sound as it emerged. Red wasn’t accustomed to that sound yet. No matter how many times she used the axe it made her skin crawl.

The man (for that was all he was after all, just a man, not a coyote, not a hunter) fell toward her and she backed away as quick as she could, no fancy acrobatics involved. Red was not some movie superhero any more than the man was a movie villain. She was just a woman trying not to get killed in a world that didn’t look anything like the one she’d grown up in, the one that had been perfectly sane and normal and boring until three months ago.

The man fell to the ground, and the blood seeped from the wound in his stomach. He didn’t make any noise or twitch or anything dramatic like that, because he’d likely passed out once his brain was overwhelmed by the pain from his burn and the pain from the axe. He might live—unlikely, Red thought, but he might. He might die, and she was sorry not that she’d done it but that she had to do it.

Red didn’t like to think of herself as a killer, but she wasn’t about to let herself get eaten up just because she was a woman alone in the woods.

U.S. edition published by Berkley Publishing, an imprint of Penguin Random House

To add THE GIRL IN RED to your Goodreads list click here

Preorder the U.S. edition of THE GIRL IN RED from your favorite bookseller:


Anderson’s Bookshops

Barnes & Noble

The Book Cellar





Mysterious Galaxy


Unabridged Bookstore


Women and Children First

U.K. edition published by Titan Books

Preorder from your favorite bookseller:

Amazon U.K.



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