
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Review: THE EIGHTH by Stephanie M. Wytovich
Stephanie Wytovich is by nature a poet. THE EIGHTH is both pure poetry, and purely poetic. From the first lines I floated in imagery and lyricism, in sensuality in its strictest sense, a feast of the senses. A hedonist would revel! [Both Aleister Crowley and Oscar Wilde come to mind in this regard.]
The demon Paimon is one of Hell's collectors, who bring souls for Lucifer's delectation. That worthy prefers females, so Paimon needs must provide according to his quota. He is a clever and cunning temptor indeed, and his weapons are those of supreme mental torture: despair, betrayal, self-flagellation, envy, depression, self-wrath. As are his victims prisoners of their own emotions and confusion, so too is their temptor, far more like his targets than either can know.
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