Coldheart Canyon by Clive Barker
Clive Barker reveals that he may be great at horror, but he’s pretty crap at erotica.
Clive Barker reveals that he may be great at horror, but he’s pretty crap at erotica.
Can horror and romance co-exist? I’d like to believe so, despite the existence of this thing.
I am clearly not smart enough to appreciate pages after pages of arty moaning about not being able to get laid.
You know what they say about sequels…
Everything is going fine until they decide that they need a Hugo STAT.
Here’s an express bus ride through several stops in the Demiplane of Dread.
Lord Soth makes vampires pee in their pants. Respect.
There’s Drizzt Do’Urden and then there’s Drippy Do’Nuthin.
My October is starting well with this short but spooky read.
Of course the house is haunted.