Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Pleasant Reading: Lusty Tales of Myself

Coming back to this blog after some Aeons, here is a review about the Martian Migraine Press anthology, Conqueror Womb: Lusty Tales of Shub-Niggurath.

Obviously, those feeble humans writers never had a sexual intercourse with Me or one of My Young, not even with a Shoggoth...
To be fair, if they had, they won't be still alive and able to write or speak about the experience.

So here are eighteen stories (plus one essay) for 18+ feeble humans. Yes, this anthology is as much erotica as horror, if One like Me could call feeble humans writings "horror".

So now, please, those of you who are not of age, please leave this page and go back to studies or to proper reading!

Let's state it: this book is too short. Most of those stories would have deserved a longer development, and/or a sequel, provided the protagonists are still alive.
But I guess in those hard crisis times (for which We, The Great Ol'Ones, have some responsiblities, always ready to make feeble humans lives more miserable!) a longer book would not fit in most budgets.

So let's list those feeble humans authors who dared to write about My sexual life:

THIS HUMAN FORM by Lyndsey Holder
THAT HIDEOUS THING by Ran Cartwright
UNSATISFIED by Brian M. Sammons
MATER ANNELIDA by Victoria Dalpe
The POTBOILER SIGIL by Luke R. J. Maynard
ALL THIS for the GREATER GLORY of the 7th and 329th CHILDREN of the BLACK GOAT of the WOODS by Molly Tanzer
BABYMAMA by Kenton Hall
OUR CHILD by Annabeth Leong
BOY by Don Webb
PIECES (2) for STRING OCTET by Copper Sloane Levy
The WHISPERER in the VAGINA by Shon Richards
OBSIDIAN CAPRA AEGAGRUS by Christopher Slatsky
DIRTYMAG by Jonas Moth
WITH HONEY DRIPPING by Christine Morgan
IN THE DOWN DEEP DOWN by Jacqueline Sweet
THE SCARLET SCRIPTURE by Ambrosius Grimes
WITHIN YOUR UNHOLY PIT OF SHOGGOTHS by Wilum H. Pugmire
BLOSSOM by Rose Banks

The CONQUEROR WOMB: PARSING SHUB-NIGGURATH essay by Scott R Jones

Most of these stories were a rather pleasant reading, though their authors didn't dare to go so far as this ol'timer of a French, Mr Marquis Sade (what a weird first name. Did I miss something in translation?).
I guess some are even hard enough to make most feeble humans readers ashamed of the arousing they'll feel when reading them!

As for the essay, it's rare a feeble human understand so well Our way to spread and ruin, accross history and generations.

Don't be surprised to find those authors (or some pieces of their ruined bodies) in My Woods, next time your pay Me a visit, willingly or (most probably) not!
And be sure it will be a great honor to them!

So, feeble humans mad enough to read this blog, if you want your suffering be shortened when I'll catch you in My Woods, buy and read this book!

1 comment:

Brian O'Connell said...

Seems like an interesting book. I'll have to check it out!

[Also, it's the "Marquis de Sade."]