So on picking up a copy of Satan's Mistress the last thing I was expecting was a reunion with my old friend, but yes, this is it - and it's even better than I thought. Couldn't remember the author, title or very much about it at all save for an unsavoury episode at a party - and the cover illustration, a blob of brown-red jelly with tubes poking out from it. Soon he is not the possessor, but the possessed: the instrument of her insatiable flesh-hunger, tearing a hideous swathe through the shattered torpor of the quiet New England town.įor years I've been haunted by one of the first horror novels I ever read. She haunted his dream's with her vicious sensuality: the image of the red-haired siren raged in his blood, becoming his one reality.ĭriven by the blinding force of those sweet nightmares, he wakens from the sleep of centuries a monstrosity he cannot control
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