My Spanish novel, "El vuelo del oricú", is being already translated into English and it will hit the shelves next February.
Just between you and me, "The Flight of the Lappet-faced Vulture" sounds to me a bit awkward... It lacks the euphonic flow of the Spanish title. You can´t have it all, though...
Fermín Moreno, the dark bard, has come... Do sit down and pay heed to his poems of death, predation, parasitism, macabre love, sinister cults and abyssal creatures, crowded sepulchers and massive impalements. Beware... don´t attract his attention... or perhaps you´ll become one of his verses...
Saturday, 28 December 2013
Thursday, 1 August 2013
My brand new dark novels...
Tuesday, 2 April 2013
Our Satan
Our Satan who art in
subsoil
Hallowed be thy name
Thy Kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth as it is in
hell
Give us this night
Our nightly blood
And punish us for our
trespasses,
As we punish those
who trespass against us
And lead us not into
redemption
But deliver us from
good.
Nema.
Friday, 1 February 2013
IDOLATRY IN ZALAHAR
People say that Zalahar, the Forgotten amidst the dunes, Shahir empire last embers, forgot for some time Yalaud's cult, favouring a new kinder-faced god...
HEARKEN TO THE WHOLE STORY, UNEXPECTED VISITOR...
Thursday, 3 January 2013
MOLOCH
MOLOCH
Perhaps he has been
restrained by chains of tenderness,
Perhaps grids of love
have blocked off his path,
Perhaps perfumes of
goodness lull his power,
Perhaps a flagstone
of wisdom reinforce his cell,
But the beast starts
to fidget about restless,
And naught could ever
contain his hungry awakening;
Cry for your litter,
women,
They won´t go on
living a long while,
Not when with a
millennial bloodlust
Moloch comes back.
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