A review by pbanditp
Crom Cruach by Valkyrie Loughcrewe
5.0
Have you ever read a story that just felt special? That made your heart cheer, saying “YES!! This is art! This is taking story telling to a new level.” Plus you are a horror lover and it has gore, death, and religion. Crom Cruach is a pagan god of pre-Christian times in Ireland in case you were wondering. There were human sacrifices made in his honor.
CROM CRUACH is written in verse. It is lyrical, it is poetic, it is also gruesome, humorous and exciting.
“…about to burst in and see
the eyeless body of a murder victim
flop down onto the couch,
spilling shreddies everywhere,
and fumble for the remote control
like he was never even killed.”
Don’t worry that it might be Shakespearean and difficult to comprehend. It’s not. There were stanzas that I reread, but that is because I wanted to. It was beautiful and it was shocking. For me, this was a new reading experience and I welcome more surprises like this into my life.
“Man, are you kidding me?
We’re not fucking necromancers,
Well…we are, technically, but—
Like—
This shit doesn’t happen.”
CROM CRUACH is written in verse. It is lyrical, it is poetic, it is also gruesome, humorous and exciting.
“…about to burst in and see
the eyeless body of a murder victim
flop down onto the couch,
spilling shreddies everywhere,
and fumble for the remote control
like he was never even killed.”
Don’t worry that it might be Shakespearean and difficult to comprehend. It’s not. There were stanzas that I reread, but that is because I wanted to. It was beautiful and it was shocking. For me, this was a new reading experience and I welcome more surprises like this into my life.
“Man, are you kidding me?
We’re not fucking necromancers,
Well…we are, technically, but—
Like—
This shit doesn’t happen.”