The dame walked into my office. Her body was a sinful display of curves. Long blond hair cascaded down her shoulders, down to the lush swell of her chest, her long legs curving BEYOND SOMEHOW IN A WAY I CANNOT AND DARE NOT RECALL
THE COLOUR OUT OF SPACE
THE FIVE DIMENSIONAL SOLIDS
THE BOTCHINO
I want this book, and more. I want a pulp detective, Lovecraftian-horror story written by a William Burroughs emulator.
@vyruem Edgar Rice Burroughs emulator?
@Leucrotta Ah, hyperbole. n.n
(seriously someone used "her body is a sinful display of curves" in a MU* description and I cannot see it as anything other than faux-Raymond-Chandler voiceover)