
Description
It comes with the postman. But it's more than just another piece of mail. Its clover is a red so deep it's almost black. As black as the darkest sin. Inside its pages are images, unspeakably vivid, that exploit your deepest, most secret fears... burning images of horror that will live in your mind forever. It is a book without a title or a return address, but it can summon forth an ancient rage. A rage for lust. A rage to kill. And the postage due is a price no mortal can ever pay...
What it’s like
Details
- March 1988
- 249
- About 5 hours
- Novel
- Adult
- Standalone




