What starts like a haunted house novel as written by the Marquis de Sade develops into a meta-deconstruction of hardcore horror and why we love sex and violence.
There is something seriously wrong with the house at Sixty-Five Stirrup Iron Road. Its history is awash with sadistic violence and fiendish sex. For generations the house has corrupted its inhabitants. Now Arrianne and Chuck have moved in, and the house is ready to hunt once more. But this time the house’s occupants won’t be the only targets. No one is safe – not the reader, not the authors, and not the horror genre itself…
Nine of the biggest names in horror fiction collaborate on a gore-and-sex-soaked novel with all proceeds benefitting modern master of crime and terror, Tom Piccirilli.
| Publisher | Sinister Grin Press (Hardcover) |
|---|---|
| Limited Edition | 143 Signed Hardcover Copies |
| Year | 2013 |
| Format | Hardcover and Paperback |
| Pages | Hardcover: 182 |
| Country | USA |
| ISBN | Hardcover: None |
She Wakes
…And feeds on the living, who are so easy – so pleasurable – to kill.
She Wakes
…And her unearthly awakening summons Jordan Chase, a man who hears the voices of ancient gods and feels the power of sacred places – who knows he must fulfill a destiny which may ensure his death.
She Wakes
…And seeks out Robert Dodgson, a writer who came to Greece for sun, ouzo and women- luring him and his friends into a nightmare of unimaginable pain and terror.
She Wakes
…To seduce and destroy, to drench the world in blood. And nothing human can stop her.
Before there was Jack Ketchum there was Jerzy Livingston, a writer new at his craft but thoroughly jazzed to it, living in a very strange time in a very strange New York City, going straight to hell in a handbasket and loving every minute, writing stories for the likes of Swank, Cavalier, Genesis, Nugget, and High Society. Dark, black-comic stories mostly, the kind you might almost expect of the Ketchum who was waiting in the wings. The Sexual Revolution was lost by then -lost on all fronts- and only a few had noticed. He had. He was whistling in a graveyard.
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