Sep 272015

I’ve been excited about this book for some time, Clive Barker being one of my favorite authors and all, but haven’t managed to remember to pick it up until now. As soon as I opened the box, I started reading.

I noticed right away that the pages looked old and it smelled like an old or used book even though the outside was unblemished. Almost every page had oily-looking blotches on it and the edges of the pages were dark, like the book had spent years in a house full of smokers. I was concerned it might be moldy or something and was about to complain, but I searched the web instead for pictures of the pages of Mister B. Gone.

What I found were images of pages that looked exactly the book I was holding in my hand. Even the oily-looking spots were in the exact same places. So, I don’t know about the old smell, but it seems it’s supposed to look that way. Just a warning for anyone that buys the book and has the same experience. Search google images for Mister B. Gone and you’ll see what I mean.

You hold in your hands not a book at all, but a terrifying embodiment of purest evil. Can you feel the electric tingle in your fingers as you are absorbed by the demon Jakabok’s tale of his unintentional ascent from the depths of the Inferno? Do you sense the cold dread worming its way into your bloodstream, your sinews, the marrow of your bones as you read more deeply into his earthly education and unspeakable acts? The filth you now grasp has been waiting patiently for you for nearly six hundred years. And now, before you are completely in its thrall, you would do well to follow the foul creature’s admonition and destroy this abomination of ink and paper before you turn a single leaf and are lost forever.

You have been warned.

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