Mourning is the new black... The tradition of Victorian mourning jewelry began with Queen Victoria after the death of her husband, Prince Albert. Without photography, mementos of personal remembrance were used to honor the dead so that their loved ones could commemorate their memory and keep their spirits close. Ashes were placed within rings, and necklaces were made out of hair, and the concept of death photography, small portraitures of the deceased, were often encased behind glass. Mourning jewelry became a fashion statement as much as a way to cope with grief, and as their pain evolved...
Mourning is the new black... The tradition of Victorian mourning jewelry began with Queen Victoria after the death of her husband, Prince Albert. With...
Heaven and Hell are not places, nor times, but rather shared experiences. It's a love whether dark or light, a passion whether of pleasure or pain, and there's a beauty to the ugliness, a smile hidden amongst the tears. Heaven is often defined as paradise; Hell as damnation. The two, while opposites, more often than not, end up being one and the same, especially when it comes to falling in love.
So what happens when our Heaven falls in love with our Hell? When the very person who brings us every happiness and every joy, stabs and beats at our...
Love is an exorcism of angels...
Heaven and Hell are not places, nor times, but rather shared experiences. It's a love whether dark or ligh...
William Paule Stephanie M. Wytovich Gabino Iglesias
Vincent Malin is given one final chance to avenge his death, but the Night is filled with frightening tribulations.
A reissue of the first novella written by William Pauley III, author of the modern classic Hearers of the Constant Hum. Illustrated by comic artist Zack Rezendes, with bonus content from Stoker-nominated poet Stephanie M. Wytovich and barrio noir mastermind Gabino Iglesias.
Vincent Malin is given one final chance to avenge his death, but the Night is filled with frightening tribulations.
Wytovich plays madam in a collection of erotic horror that challenges the philosophical connection between death and orgasm. There's a striptease that happens in Brothel that is neither fact nor fiction, fantasy nor memory. It is a dance of eroticism, of death and decay. The human body becomes a service station for pain, for pleasure, for the lonely, the confused. Sexuality is hung on the door, and the act of love is far from anything that's decent. Her women spread their legs to violence then smoke a cigarettes and get on all fours. They use their bodies as weapons and learn to find...
Wytovich plays madam in a collection of erotic horror that challenges the philosophical connection between death and orgasm. There's a striptease t...
