First, I have to say—the paperback itself is gorgeous. The quality fully deserves the special edition label. The illustrations, print, paper, and editing make it a genuine joy to add to my bookshelf. And for such a young author—f**k me—what a lucky lad.
The content is deliciously vile. It tackles mental health, the impossibility of being comfortable in one’s own skin, the restless mind, and the desperate urge to rip and tear your way free. This anthology is a treat for anyone who enjoys the more extreme side of literature. With time and experience, I can see this author walking in the footsteps of Jack Ketchum, Garrett Cook, and Wrath James White—if he chooses.
I’ll end with my favourite passage (and trust me, I don’t write many reviews):
I see so much, so much that you ignore. I’ve seen people dying, calling out for help, but their cries fall on your broken ears. Alcohol and drugs run rampant through your body, your gift, decimating what He has provided. You will not be saved.
This perfectly captures the beauty and terror of a mind reaching for a higher power that doesn’t exist—the essence of existential dread and the folly of existence. If you want an experience, give this young author a try.