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Angelic Knight Press: William Cook - BLOOD RELATED...

William Cook: Author: Angelic Knight Press:


Angelic Knight Press is excited to announce that William Cook, a very talented author, poet, and artist/ illustrator from New Zealand will be gracing us with his presence in the form of his fantastic novel "Blood Related" which we are slating for release in December. We have to take advantage of the holiday season sales mania! 

Yvonne, Stacey, and I are in love with this chilling horror, mystery tale. William sent us a very polished Ms. Below is a portion of the synopsis sent to us by him.

Meet Caleb Samael Cunningham, a diabolical serial-killer with an inherited psychopathology, passed down via a blood-soaked genealogy. Caleb is a disturbed young man whose violent father is a suspected serial killer and mother, an insane alcoholic. After his Father’s suicide, Cunningham’s disturbing fantasy-life becomes reality, as he begins his killing spree in earnest. His identical twin brother Charlie is to be released from an asylum and all hell is about to break loose, when the brothers combine their deviant talents.Blood Related is a serial-killer/crime novel told in a first-person narrative style from the killer’s (Caleb’s) point-of-view. 

Need I say any more? Later, I will, but for now this should give you a vivid idea of what to expect with this great novel. As for the cover art, William asked if he could do his own. He is quite an accomplished artist so I naturally said yes. We can hardly wait to see what he will present to us.

We feel very fortunate to have William joining us. Angelic Knight Press is not the only publisher interested in publishing this novel. We won!


Keep tuned for more information, dates, etc. Exciting times for all of us!

The Inviolable Trace

your memory

a spreading pool of blood

the dichotomous moon

of your eyes, reflects & relates

the tales you told so lucidly

burred edges

burnt pages from your life

fell like ash

across furrowed plains of mind

your glow is eternal fog

to my nights

pregnant with secret rain

i am waiting to be drenched

your shadow is black silence

your presence is sonar

to my pointless revolutions

i try to cast hope

into your murky depths

with you as bait, the hook is pain

yet this notion seems dyslexic now

in light of the slow dissolution

of your memory.

Encaenia

You eclipse me & I have

stained the Sun with black love . . .

death from a bottle cools my ardour

for a while, until I see you again.

Damp distance bleached, then blackened

with shadows, flocks of shrill birds

screaming for my blood.

Bound hands swollen & sore 

body, silently numbed.

You set fire to the straw

you stabbed around me,

now reddened, with my burning life.

          

In these blistered hours of insomnia

objects are like lead.

They are more & less than they are,

as if fewer of them would create a stillness like sleep

- if only to dream of you again . . .

Cushions beckon in the mirror

bed reflected in that fantasy land,

a round pool of hope.

I lay down praying for darkness

another snowflake melts

on her virgin eyelids.

We drink every breath of poisoned air:

she asleep, I awake . . .

The last star’s neon spark will be dissolved painlessly

morning will knock on the window, still

slow day will begin to stretch.

Sheep in the cold dawn of a stirring slaughterhouse.

This morning on motionless ground,

cold mountain air outside

across crisp cool valley - white snow,

blue mountains of decrepit glass dream dissolve

in this fresh green brocade.

In this ceremony.