Drusilla Blood is not a book for the faint of heart, particularly if one is a practicing witch.
We study the gods and goddesses in all their infinite forms. We know the maiden, the hunter, the crone, and the father god. And we know the vengeful. The wrathful. Those that would as soon smite you than look at you. But few people study those gods - few people will even speak those names without a shudder. I know I do. I've learned to tread with caution around those deities.
Drusilla Blood reminds us that the gods aren't always fluffy and sweet. They are primal. Native. Carnal. The author has taken this concept to the next level, creating a horror novel that is at once intriguing and terrifying by fictionalizing a god-like character that makes my skin grow cold.
I picked this book up looking for Pagan fiction, and I'm damn glad I did. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of this book, devouring it in only a few days. I highly recommend it. I'm dying to know what happens next!