seven terrors

'After nine months of self-imposed isolation following his wife's departure, the hero of Seven Terrors finally decides to face his loneliness and join the world once more. However, when the daughter of his old friend Aleksa appears in his flat one morning with the new that her father has disappeared, he realises that his life is again about to change. As the two search for clues in Aleksa's war diary, unearthed in a library in Sweden, they come upon tales of unspeakable horror and mystery; meetings with ghosts, a town under siege, demonic brothers who ride on the wings of war, and many more things so dangerous - and so precious - that they can only be discussed by the dead.

As investigation into Aleksa's disappearance continues, readers will be drawn further and further into a surreal world where rationality has vanished, evil spreads like a virus and not even love can offer an escape. While Charon, Hades' mythical ferryman, can be found behind the wheel of a taxi and dead horses are seen flying across the sky, cracks begin to erode reality and people start to go missing. Here, amidst such chaos, our hero endeavours to cling to his sanity, doing his best to solve the riddle of Aleksa's disappearance while attempting to save his own soul and bring love back into his life.'

This is the blurb of the book my parents brought home for me today.
My heart feels as if it's brushing the bones of my ribcage ever so gently.
A fluttering, purring sensation.
And it's not because they gave me a present for no reason other than being their daughter but because these people know me.
They know me so well it's frightening and lovely and so inexplicably comforting i could burst.
I caught myself a good batch here.
Commence a round of barf noises.
I'll start: