The King in Yellow by Robert W Chambers
Let’s take a trip to fair Carcosa, where your voice is unheard and you die unsung.
Let’s take a trip to fair Carcosa, where your voice is unheard and you die unsung.
Here’s a sequel that is in every way far less exciting and interesting than the previous story. Seriously, who thought this will be a good idea?
A Roman werewolf back in those old days eats many people and then discovers that those old ways are bad. What a howler.
The true horror here is how underdeveloped this story seems to be.
Things are getting so good when this one decides to spring out some painfully predictable clichés.
This is a huge horror-fantasy story that has me feeling for far too long that I’m falling deep into the author’s navel.
Ooh, fresh meat! In more ways than one, that is.
Beautiful cover, exquisite dark fantasy.
Yeah, yeah, here comes the giant monster rats coming to eat all the folks in London.
Is this an expanded Aliens fanfiction? Sure feels like it.