SYNOPSIS: In this masterpiece follow-up to her critically acclaimed short story collection Cruel Works of Nature, author Gemma Amor winds 11 new, hand-illustrated tales of terror. A true artist of atmosphere and emotional horror, Amor's stories bring readers to the edge and dangles them off.Readers will journey to the depths of hell, go on a daddy-daughter date, learn what's locked in Lee's basement, watch a mother battle postpartum depression, eat the world's messiest birthday cake with Brian, and try to survive in the English countryside during the blitz.
I haven't read Cruel Works of Nature yet (eternally behind, that's me), but reading this just bumped it way up in my queue. The stories here are at turns beautiful and horrifying (sometimes both). I *love* the illustrations; they're unsettling and fit the stories perfectly. And speaking of images, Amor has some really wonderful ones in here (the Devil Kid in 'I Am Ghost' and the man next to the desk in 'Have You Seen My Dog?' spring immediately to mind) The foreword explains that 'Justine' includes rape, abuse, and suicidal ideation. And 'The Strangler' deals with postnatal depression. Very grateful to know this going in. ((and I know that some people think warning for triggers will keep people from reading that work entirely, but Justine turned out to be my favorite of the collection, seconded closely by Caleb)) Quotes/Lines: ((spoilers below!)) HAVE YOU SEEN MY DOG? -- "Are you a Doctor?...But you're a woman." UGH one of these guys. -- 'How cruel old age is, I thought, not for the first time. How cruel, and how indiscriminate.' I don't know if this line would've hit as hard as it did if my grandma wasn't in the late stages of Alzheimer's, but...yeah. -- "No, I don't believe you. I think you know something about my dog." Call for help NOW -- "He's dangerous, be careful," I croaked, rubbing my neck. Linda smiled, unconcerned. "So am I, dear" she said, lifting a giant arm and flexing her bicep.' Everybody needs a Linda. -- Aw, puppy! -- Yeah, that guy needs help and the dog needs a safer home asap. -- would you quit sending Linda away she might be able to help you -- 'Offence being the best form of defence' NOT IN THIS CASE will you at least text Linda so she can come with you or so *anyone* knows where you're going?? -- "Well, you're an idiot, Miriam, and I say that as a friend." Seconded. -- AUGH NOPE NOPE NOPE NIGHTMARES FOREVER -- oh Copper, sweetie. And poor Albert, too. I can't even imagine coming fully back to yourself and realizing *that*. PURE WATER -- "That was years ago!" "You gaffer-taped me to a lamppost dressed as a goat and shaved my bollocks." "It was a stag do! That was the whole point!" "In December." "You survived." I can absolutely picture these two idiots and I love them already. -- do not drink from that wtfffffff JUSTINE -- "Don't say it," Justine interrupts furiously. And so the guy proceeds to say it. *eyeroll* -- At least she has her mom. <3 -- 'She rubs at the skinny, pale scars around her slender wrists and feels the full force of her hate coursing through every tiny capillary in her body. She feels as if it will shoot out of her feet and speed through the earth and put roots down far into the ground, and eventually, instead of a woman, there will be a bitter, black, poison tree around which nothing will grow except thorns and weeds.' -- Ohhhhhhh. On the one hand, a smart strategy, but on the other hand god, her poor mom. -- 'Here lies Uriah Dice, she thinks. But not for long.' Make it worth it, hon. If you can. :( -- 'There are bodies, lining the valley.' The descriptions after this are terrifying. -- 'She is in a forest of silent, hanging corpses, the only living thing in the land of death.' -- 'Justine met Uriah at work, or more specifically, at a work party.' okaaaaay we're getting into flashbacks of what happened and I might end up skimming -- 'She did something she wished every day after that one for the rest of her life that she hadn't. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand...and laughed at him.' Honey, no, none of what happens after this is your fault. More creepy guys at bars should get puked on, honestly. -- 'She packed her things wearily into a plastic crate and made her way down to the underground parking lot' no no no no -- 'CALL ME' ahhhhhh fuck *off* creep -- 'It's a woman's health clinic, with a particular role to serve: that of helping women in trouble. Women like Justine.' No. :( -- 'And she will blame herself.' Why can't I bring you into the real world long enough to hug you -- "This is all your fault," he sobbed. "Yours!" I'd say fuck off and die, but you've succeeded at the second part. God. I hope Justine finds what she needs and gets some kind of finality to all this. I'm gonna need to take a week-long break from reading entirely if this has a sad ending. ((also, the sole flaw I can find in this story is that a lot of description is given to the fact that Uriah is a fat man, and I'm hoping there are fat protagonists later in the book to kinda balance this out)) -- 'She realizes, in retrospect, that Uriah was probably in love with her, in his own, terrible way. Retrospect and hindsight are harmful things, in Justine's mind. They are clubs with which to beat herself when the world turns to black.' -- 'It doesn't matter what she says or what she does, what sentence he is given and for how long he will never, ever accept the truth of his own behavior. In his mind, he is still a boy, and that boy is not to blame. NOT MY FAULT. Suddenly, the words light up like fire in her brain. NOT MY FAULT. Justine swallows, feeling herself fill up with something hot, and powerful, and almost hopeful. It is not my fault, she thinks.' This. Story. From here to the end I was pretty much a crying mess. I AM GHOST -- 'The ritual starts in the bathroom, as many rituals do, with a knife, and a mirror.' ...therapy is sorely needed I think. -- 'Just a simple, clean white bedsheet. One that covers me from head to toe. Memorable, yet faceless. A blank. People don't remember the guy in the sheet. A humble square of fabric. The perfect disguise.' What the hell is he planning to do -- 'I stumble back. My heartbeat slows. The smile is still going. I watch in horror as the top of the kid's head starts to flip backwards like he's a fucking pez dispenser, like someone has cut his head in two with thin, impossibly sharp razor wire' AUGH RAT GIRL -- I thought the illustration for this one would be disturbing af and I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED -- "Why do you have a girl in your basement?! I thought it was a dog or something! No way. I'm not cool with this, Lee!" Lee ignores him, grinning from ear to ear.' Bash this little creep over the head and get her *out* of there, Timmy. I'm having The Girl Next Door flashbacks and if that's the way this story starts going I'm skipping it sorry -- Okay. I can see where, from a child's perspective, Lee might honestly believe he's doing the right thing in protecting her from curious doctors and scientists and the like. He still worries me, and Timmy definitely needs to stay close and supervise and get her out if Lee goes fully awful. -- 'Lee is the exact opposite of Timmy, sure, but Timmy wonders if he really is a bad kid, at heart. Timmy doesn't get a chance to find out, unfortunately. Neither does Lee. What he gets instead, is a shiny black Audi A4 sedan, driving too fast.' oh *shit* -- 'It is a good thing that there is no mirror.' nnnnnnnnnnnnnn MY BEST FRIEND -- 'And I had to eat, didn't I? What else was I supposed to do? Starve down here?' Yiiiiiikes -- 'It could be a goddamned Wendigo for all I knew, or cared.' Foreshadowing?? -- Yep. -- 'They say that mankind has no other natural enemy, no real predator. They are wrong.' This is me never going into a wooded area ever again. HEART OF STONE -- 'As soon as she tells me this, I realize I hate Giles, even if he is only nine years old. I do not want to compete for Jenny's love. Her love belongs only to me.' Yeahhhhhh, gee, I wonder why Jenny's mom left you. -- Oh, and a restraining order? Nice. But of course you still get visitation, because fuck a kid's safety, right? -- 'So sacred, I wish I could turn her to stone, preserve her like this forever.' If anything happens to this poor kid so help me... -- 'I pocket the number, and try to forget about it, for a while. It's too soon after the last one, really. I should space things out a bit.' how many bodies do you have in your basement -- All right, no, Julie is an asshole (though more garden-variety than whatever the hell he is). You don't upset your kid; she can have two jewelry boxes for pete's sake. -- 'and if she was famous, she would belong to everyone, instead of me. I had to do something to protect her from all that. Didn't I?' Well shit. CELL BLOCK B -- "You don't get shoes on death row, McCready." Well, this bad situation just got worse. -- "Warden's coming! Better hide!" Um, yeah, I'd sure as hell say so. -- Are they in hell? Purgatory? -- "I needed to see...inside him. To see if he was like me." eeeeeeeeep A BIRTHDAY CAKE FOR BRIAN -- my only note for this story is 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' THE STRANGLER -- 'Later, someone, a person like you maybe, might call it postnatal depression, but my poor kid, my darling boy, my life and soul, who has no idea what postnatal depression is, doesn't give a shit about that. He is having a full-scale toddler tantrum, which is very normal, healthy developmental thing, or so I'm told. I am not having a healthy, normal reaction to it, however.' .............. -- 'And I don't blame the kid, honestly. Because all he needs is his mother. Objectively, I can see that. I can recognize that. I just can't do anything about it.' I don't remember a whole lot from my daughter's first year of life, but I do remember these feelings. -- 'Because it is so hard to love someone so much whilst failing them with every waking breath, failing them so hard you can barely look yourself in the eye anymore, or anyone else, for that matter.' And here come the waterworks again CALEB -- The poor cat. :( -- 'Apparently splintering glass is more dangerous than the bomb blast itself, or so someone told me. Someone is always telling me something. War is a fertile land for gossip.' -- 'He had dirt on his neck and his fingernails were atrocious, black, and ragged. I swallowed back my disgust and surprise, and pushed him towards the table. City folk, I thought, but kept it to myself.' Orrrr traumatized child? The kid's running from a war zone; I doubt a manicure is high on his list of priorities. -- What kind of creepy-ass cat-murdering rituals is Johnny up to while you're busy judging parents who've sent their son away for his own safety? -- 'Is there curse on my farm? First the cat, then the milk, and now the chickens. Because, you see, two things concern me greatly, in relation to that. A boy, who came on the train, a boy who never talks, not ever, not a single word at all. This all started happening around the time he arrived.' Lady... -- I like the doctor; listen to the doctor. -- "Stay with me," she pleaded, and so of course I did. I put my arm around her and watched as she opened the telegram.' :( -- Ohhhh, so now Johnny is stealing hair from your brush. Yes, this is perfectly normal. RUN PLZ -- "Come out," he said in an odd, quiet voice. "Why won't you come out, darling? It's your Edward. I've come back for you." GET A GUN -- I love the ending of this one!!
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