Reviewed By-Paul Cooke Written by: Andre Duza Written by: David Zuzelo
The handy and compact format of the highly affordable chap book is here befitting of the introductory style of two talents vying for your pocket change. Escape into two very different worlds of palm sweating parables , woven from the writers deepest stairwells to horror , guaranteed to leave an imprint worthy of your modest investment.
Comic book fans anticipating the renderings to art form of writer Andre Duza’s forthcoming Dead Bitch Army are here treated to an advance preview of his work. A page turning puree of the Dead Bitch broth to come , meticulously melted into a pot of putrefied pain and suffering in a world beyond our own.
A psychic passage between the living and the dead , readying to bubble over its primordial pit of pervasive pain. Like fragments of fear forged from a flickering flame , spitting shards of neo gothic horror out into an icy cold room , the text is invoked purposefully for a ravenous readership. The halcyon highbrows of horror need not apply as this is hardcore horror fan appreciation in anticipation of the Dead Bitch Army event to come. The forerunner of a comic book casket just readying to be opened up. A flesh fed scripture of unholy harvest waiting to be reaped by a loyal readership , eager to align themselves to the Dead Bitch Army. Sign up soon as the event begins right here.
True movie horror hounds around the world will know the work of Spanish film maker Amando De Ossorio , and more particularly of his quadrilogy of terror featuring The Blind Dead. During the same period amidst the early to mid nineteen seventies he also brought to the silver screen the legend of The Lorelei , a tortured human being transformed into a ravenous creature when the moon is full. These two horror legends are separate tales of terror that have over the years created a cult following , separate that is until now !.
David Zuzelo has brought together the Knights Templar and a female were creature , cursed of the Lorelei’s grasp , in a tale of unbridled terror that goes right for the throat. The Blind Dead cannot see what is right before them until the moon is full , and the tormented cry of a lost soul screams out in her quest for unimaginable acquiescence. What unravels is a font of graphic gruel told with the passion of an apparent fan of this very genre. This mercurial matador strives well to leave out redundant bull , instead charging freely into the sinew of this bloody tale and leaving each page well read.
4 Book Slaps
