Graves

Zayden I thought I had everything I could possibly desire. Until I set my eyes on her. My angel. Too pure for this world, too pure for me. She's all mine. No matter the cost. No matter the lives that stand in my way. She has always been mine. She just doesn't know it yet. Dominic My brother has lost it, more so than ever before. I couldn't figure out what had changed at first. One look at her though, and it all made sense. He gave me one job, protect his girl, a girl he's never even spoken to. I held true to my promise and then some. I didn't mean to kiss her, to touch her. One thing is for sure, though. I'm not losing her, even if I have to go through my brother to have her.

Zayden I thought I had everything I could possibly desire. Until I set my eyes on her. My angel. Too pure for this world, too pure for me. She's all mine. No matter the cost. No matter the lives that stand in my way. She has always been mine. She just doesn't know it yet. Dominic My brother has lost it, more so than ever before. I couldn't figure out what had changed at first. One look at her though, and it all made sense. He gave me one job, protect his girl, a girl he's never even spoken to. I held true to my promise and then some. I didn't mean to kiss her, to touch her. One thing is for sure, though. I'm not losing her, even if I have to go through my brother to have her.

In Graves, Damien, a male nurse and self-styled ‘thanatophile’, is in love with death in its purer and more ideal form. However, as he casts around for some authentic way to defy the void of modernity, his thanatophilia is swiftly and insidiously corrupted. Scavenging what ‘materials’ he can, he works in isolation like a reverse Doctor Frankenstein, wishing to understand the secrets of death, not life, in order to break the narrative power of science over the modern mind. Set against the backdrop of anomie-drenched 21st-century London, Graves, Quentin S. Crisp’s second major novel, is a work of Gothic horror that confronts the ‘hard problem’ of consciousness in a world where it is easier to believe in artificial intelligence than human intelligence.

In Graves, Damien, a male nurse and self-styled ‘thanatophile’, is in love with death in its purer and more ideal form. However, as he casts around for some authentic way to defy the void of modernity, his thanatophilia is swiftly and insidiously corrupted. Scavenging what ‘materials’ he can, he works in isolation like a reverse Doctor Frankenstein, wishing to understand the secrets of death, not life, in order to break the narrative power of science over the modern mind. Set against the backdrop of anomie-drenched 21st-century London, Graves, Quentin S. Crisp’s second major novel, is a work of Gothic horror that confronts the ‘hard problem’ of consciousness in a world where it is easier to believe in artificial intelligence than human intelligence.