“It’s a book of flesh-filled phantoms singing in pornosophical chorus. Their song will leave you silky, limp-lidded, stained, and strangely sated.”
-Joanna Ruocco
“It’s a book of flesh-filled phantoms singing in pornosophical chorus. Their song will leave you silky, limp-lidded, stained, and strangely sated.”
-Joanna Ruocco