![]() ![]() He’s haunted by the Gothic tropes that surround him in his waking life, like strange creatures scuttling in the shadows, tawny eyes looking down from old portraits, and the occasional duel to the death over blood rights. Try as he might to write a slice-of-life story where pale, raven-haired women holding candelabras are lured into dark crypts or undead ghouls rise to honour old compacts signed in blood, he’s unable to stop himself from inserting unexpected humour that turns it all on its head and which, to him at least, makes a gross mockery of an art form meant to mirror his dark and gloomy reality. “ Somewhere in the night, a raven caws, an author’s pen scratches, and thunder claps.”įorbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Secret House of the Night of Dread Desire is a brilliantly brooding and sinister parody of Gothic horror literature in which a serious non-fiction author sits in his cold, eerie mansion on a stormy night, unable to complete his great work. ![]() ![]() Forbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Secret House of the Night of Dread Desire ![]()
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