Indie horror has taught me to expect more. To venture out into new territories and experiment with the uncomfortable. Cleanse the palate from linear story telling and taste the genre in all its forms.

“Maybe he could write a play or a sonnet?
The apocalypse in iambic pentameter.
—I prefer free verse, said Lucifer.”

Lilith Rising is a work of two masters. A honed edge that slices away the fat, leaving the bloody bones that actually end up gnawing on you.

“-we take no road,
—travel lifelines, seek the breaks,
—the cracks in the wall,
—the skin, the true fabric
—of society

—and rip it open.”

Folks, Lilith Rising is full of gorgeous poetry!!

It wasn't at all what I expected, but that's my bad for not reading the blurb. A friend recommended it and I liked the cover, so I bought it. I immediately fell in love with it.

I don't read much poetry, but this isn't just a collection of dark poems - it's a continuous story told through poetry. I found it a beautiful love letter to Lilith and to the power of women everywhere. It was so heart-breaking at times, too. I had goosebumps on pretty much every page.

I don't normally re-read books because of the size of my TBR pile, but I might make an annual exception for this one because the prose is so lovely. I read it in a couple of hours with distractions (I may have devoured it at work). The illustrations throughout were beautiful, too.

This is a wonderful, dark little autumn read just perfect for the season. Highly recommend it.