ARGONAUT BOOKS

Was it revulsion I felt? Perhaps some sort of sick fascination? No, not that. But something compelled me to follow. Rain-drenched and chilled to the bone, she arrives at the Countess' castle. Like many before her - none of whom have returned - she's determined to snuff out the horrors within. But could she ever be prepared for what hides within its turrets; what unfurls under its fluttering flags. Reviews Drawn solely in black, white and deepest, dankest red, Castle is dipped in the old magic of fables and the contradictory, shifting logic of dreams.The Irish Times - Seamas ...Read More