The Flight of the Lappet-faced Vulture coming soon!

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...

My brand new dark novels...

Lo and behold! There you are my brand new dark books, in Spanish by now. If you want to read (and revere) all of them in English, just go pester my devious & demoniac publishers...

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.

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...

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.

THE HERMIT

Into a carved stony dome
like a smirky evilish gnome
lo! the lonely man bends down
dressed in his frayed gown
over bookwormed scrolls
before which no other bows,
soaking up his mysteries,
gloating in each word he sees,
with veil´d eyes ajar by nights,
no more light than candlelight,
waxing moon yearning delight,
and a grim aloof black might,
which rises him beyond the stars
from his dwelling´s rusty bars
to salaam forgotten gods,
supernal deities whom he nods
in a perennial prostration
of one soul´s lonely damnation
in quest of whatever mind
kinder-faced than mankind.
Therein he is the lone master
of feelings turn´d alabaster
by aeons of mournful delving
into cryptic scrolls unending
which reveal all the unseen
except nature in human being.

TIDAL PURGATORY already available

Today I´m going to give you a gift. A dark one. But a precious gift nevertheless. Keep reading.
There are books to be read just once. Most of them aren´t even worthwhile doing so.
Then there are some other -fewer- books you´ll read several times and enjoy.
It´s not the case of “Tidal Purgatory”: surely you´ll read it four or five times at least before you die. Only you won´t enjoy it. Not at all. But you´ll keep on reading it nonetheless, as time... and love go by.
You´ll need to read it, in fact.
When alone again. Then you´ll remember there´s something almost forgotten that can share your loneliness. My book.
“Tidal Purgatory”.
We all want love to last forever. Only you know it was only a daydream. Once again.
That´s why I wrote this book. For all those who, like you, feel anger, sadness, solitude. For all those who mourn for a lost love now. Once. Tomorrow.
“Tidal Purgatory” will be there, waiting patiently for your call everytime you need it. For just $ 0.99. A mere nothing compared with the prize of a torn heart, isn´t it?