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by Ken MacGregor (Author)
Wait Seriously, hang on a minute before opening this book. In case the title, and lurid, disturbing image on the front haven't already made it shockingly clear, THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN. Or people with sensitive stomachs. Or taste.
This is a volume of twisted, dark, incredibly graphic horror stories. This is all the stuff the author wouldn't want his mom to even know he wrote. This is the one book he plans to keep hidden from his kids under after his death.
It's not all blood splatter and fornication, however. I mean, sure-- there's a lot of those things (more the latter, maybe). There's human struggle, self-doubt, painful choices, and love. Yeah. Love.
Because, if you, the reader, doesn't feel for the characters, if they don't resonate with you in some way... well, then where's the fun in torturing them?
Ken MacGregor pulls you into the stories, and, once you give a damn, that's when he starts doing horrible things to the people in them.
So, if you think you've got the guts, and you don't mind losing some sleep, go ahead. Read the book. But, please, if you know Ken's mom, don't tell her it exists, okay?
