The dastardly mysteries that burn themselves into your retinas will stay with you until the end of time. Which isn't all that far from now.

Collectors will be happy to note that the versions of this Necronomicon come in a variety of different leathers. The publisher is quite clear that the flesh of many virgins was needed to make the bindings, and readers should expect some variation in texture and quality, but note that it will only serve to make your pitiful existence all the more unique.

Though the characters are well fleshed out, I feel that the trade off of having to sell one's soul to read it is a little steep. The fact that the publisher sent us a copy for review only makes the whole situation entirely unfair. Consider yourself warned, though. I'm quite certain we are all boned.