


There, in maloderous locker rooms and unsavory motels, she partakes in carnal forays so gross, so downright nasty, they’d make Linda Lovelace bend over and puke. Investigative reporter Melinda Pierce will do anything to find out, by offering herself up as a sexual spittoon in order to infiltrate the arcane and lust drenched warrens of backstage wrestling.

Is it just a coincidence, or do all the victims have something in common?… Straker is determined to solve the rash of rape and mutilation murders with trim*mings that beggar description. The bodies pile up like dirty laundry: sex obsessed tramps used as playthings by some unspeakable creature. Six foot nine and four hundred pounds, hailing from parts unknown, he is the one man walking gore machine of the Deep South Wrestling Conference, and his name is…īut police captain Philip Straker isn’t a wrestling fan. This is the only existing novel that Lee wants to sequelize. Cameos of Lee s then favorite beers during his beer snob days appear in abundance, and Lovecraftian symbols abound it s fun just picking them out, but wait till you meets the gals in this book. Originally entitled THE WOMEN IN BLACK, this ‘turgid,’ original take on the There s Something Fu*cked Up At The College plot highlights Lee s gross out skills early on and demonstrates that pulp horror writers really can create fresh, well developed, easy to realize characters. More like a revved up gross out 70s B movie, Coven revels in its ultimate editorial no no: it’s science fiction dropped into a contemporary horror plot, something that horror editors seem to never buy. Now the silent town of Exham will surrender to their loving embrace, their haunting beauty, and their ravenous need for human flesh.
They are irresistible sirens in black, corrupting the living and raising the dead. Seductive angels of murder, madness, and horrors beyond imagining.īathed in moonlight, they feed their darkest hungers in a festival of perversion and death, demented orgies that serve a cruel, unspeakable will…
