N. Onym's Blog, page 18
March 12, 2014
The pages of her suffering
Read from her. She is writ with erotic tales of suicide. There is a sensual saga in her tears and anguished sweat. There lies an epic erotica in her sadness and grief.~The Harlot Goddess
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March 11, 2014
Wallowing in her darkness
Here is where your First Father wallows, where he is a ghost of living death, where he has been for a time immemorial, where he will be forever. He is the epitome and paradigm of living death, the first and progenitor among the nihil harem.~The Harlot Goddess
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March 6, 2014
Haunting the dead
That horrid thunder of hair and skin being uprooted by your mouth is louder than the sealing of this child’s world into a vault. It is worse than the sound of Earth falling on wood yesterday.~The Harlot Goddess
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March 5, 2014
Live Death
Here is nondestiny, and the fate of stolen children, where every child is a meat for scavenging phantoms, where every child is eaten, murdered and left to haunt the nowhere of their dying.~The Harlot Goddess
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February 27, 2014
Three Black Graves
Screams and moans ring like chimes at a feast. Succubi are drawn in to partake and indulge, either with a black and devouring kiss, or a muzzle of cunnilingus like a tomb.~The Harlot Goddess
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Born Under Her Grin
Be reborn, creature of Lilith, victim of Lilim once upon a time that never happened. Be reborn at the feet of Goddess. Be reborn under the pale orchid moonlight, under the sorcery of her kiss.~The Harlot Goddess
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February 17, 2014
Her Daughters, Like White Spiders…And Others
Dream, and become other than you are. Be forever bewitched, remade, and reborn. You are bewitched indulgent in rape, and worse. You are bewitched sadistic, incapable of mercy, void of empathy. You are being rewritten in Lilith’s image of predation, etched anew with acidic venom. You are becoming a passage in Lilith’s wicked epic. You are becoming learned in the secret beauty of suffering.
Dream the secret of blood. It is a secret that envenoms you now. Dream it. It is a song of beauty, a flowing and red erotica that is sung in the veins and heart. It is an aria upon the skin when let and spilt freely. It is an ode in compliment of skin, a chorus of woman, which she sings with every heartbeat. It is a secret coquetry in harmony with your sadistic arousal.
Woman is a siren singing of the flower of her heart, drawing you in, beckoning you to partake. Dream the secret of her blood. It is a river vaulted and tombed in womanhood. It is kept in her halls and chambers to nourish her garden of being. Spill and loose the river as it wishes. Hear the river’s song, its harmony erotic. Let the river deluge to greet you. Obsess to let it, this that is so crimson and feminine. Bloodlet and let it like vermilion gems, like rubies and a gift to yourself displayed upon her skin. Bloodlet and know that it is a spell in red of your passion and lust, an enchantment whose potency is secret even to her, an enchantment to your very virility.
This is writ upon the sacred clay in secret. It is deciphered unto you by the venom of Lilith.
It is written also in secrecy: the beauty of bruises. It is an art of erotica, and hidden but to the black eye. Man’s understanding of it is limited. You are given the black mind’s eye that you may discern it, that you may have appreciation of it in your phallus, that you may feel its beauty in your erection, that you may be stirred to dark passion by it. It has potent influence over your lust. Ecstasy: this subtlety of the ruby made amethyst and kept, rather than bloodlet. Erotic: the alchemy upon the heart’s gem, the muting of the tombed river from vivid vermilion to violet and amaranth, to black and cadaveric, from glistening crimson to stark contusions of heliotrope strokes impacted over a blanched canvas.
Know that bruises are of a woman’s beauty. They are sensual emphases of her complexion, accents of her suffering and effective to your erection. They are a visual companion with your orgasm, and always to be of your doing. Know to tattoo woman with your presence. Tattoo her with the bruises of your lust, with mural and opus inspired by the very secrets of her sacred clay. Articulate your wisdom upon her skin.
Know the allure of woman’s hurt. Her suffering adorns her beauty. She is exquisite in a black necklace of ligation, in dark jewels of choke and smother, in the gray and lilac gems of gag and strangle. Bite down on her. Let her bear the beauty from your violent mouth. Let your maw be a ghost that haunts her skin darkly. Let there be black halos from your jaws upon the fields and meadows of her.
These are as gifts, from her skin to you. She bears these adornments by your hand and mouth, for you. As woman perfumes her body to enchant, so does she bear her skin to be bejeweled by you, to enchant you.~The Harlot Goddess
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February 16, 2014
Review of The Harlot Goddess by author Angel Gelique
Horror author Angel Gelique (author of the “Hillary” horror trilogy)
This is not a book that you read, it’s a book that you experience….
I was truly in awe by the author’s incredibly rich fusion of words that flowed like music as I was treated to a feast of imagery for my hungry imagination. The writing is remarkable and much like a fine wine, the words therein are meant to be savored. This book tells a tale that is nothing short of fascinating…a tale that is Shakespearean and epic.
Wildly imaginative, the story begins with the creation of Man and Woman. Though meant to be equal, Woman is wicked and ambitious as she consumes Man, devouring his very essence and giving birth to black majik in the process. Woman wields her power over Man tormentingly and torturously until she destroys his very soul, leaving him bewitched and longing for her abuse.
Lilith is a taint…a dark stain upon primordial existence itself. Within the pages of this book, you will learn of her horrors.
I couldn’t help but feel as though I were reading a book from the Bible–a book that should have followed Genesis, yet at the same time, never exist within such holy scriptures. This novel, in my opinion, read more like a testament than an actual story. It could easily be deemed “The Book of Lilith,” testimony to the unholy abomination who puts the “whore” in horrible.
The writing is truly extraordinary–smooth and lyrical. I would have liked to have listened to this as an audiobook, actually. There was something so lulling and soothing within the prose irrespective of its horrific nature. I do applaud the author’s talent.
However….
(And perhaps I’m just an extreme horror and gore fanatic and not easily unnerved), BUT…
I, personally, didn’t think of this–work of art–really, as scary. It was too complicated to be suspenseful. It lacked that element of anticipation, the good old-fashioned scare, that nervous tension that builds as “the plot thickens.” This is my only reason for depriving this book of the full five stars that I’m sure it deserves. But I am a lover of horror and must admit that this fell short of my expectation-ONLY because I was expecting a typical horror novel, complete with the standard elements–plot, conflict, resolution and so forth.* I would classify this book as more of a dark, epic myth than a horror novel. In fact, I like to think of it as sort of a prequel to an engaging story that the author may one day write as a follow-up.
In any event, I was greatly impressed by the author’s immense writing ability and thank him for offering this book for free in exchange for a review.
* Or, perhaps I shall just blame Lilith….
https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/819629150?book_show_action=false&page=1
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February 7, 2014
Tangible Evidence of a Nightmare
There is nothing like holding the printed version of a nightmare that I meticulously and obsessively detailed with pen and paper. I know that Ebooks are here to stay, at least until they become obsolete themselves; and I accept that. But there is nothing like the weight and smell of a print version of any book.
An Ebook weighs as much as your computer or Kindle. It smells of warming electronics and plastic. It’s bits of code translated by your computer and lit up before your eyes. An Ebook neither weighs nor smells any different than any of the other Ebooks on your hard drive, whose stories rarely resemble its own.
I’ve had the ARC Ebooks on my laptop for months now, and I am genuinely thrilled to have them. But now that I have copies of the print version, well now it feels like it exists in the flesh of its paper and the skin of its cover. The Ebook is just a photo of it.
~N.
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