‘Blue, still kneeling, turns her head slowly to the left. Mere inches from her face, a great pair of spider-egg eyes gleam dangerously in the moonlight. He crouches beside her, head tilted to one side, staring at her from atop the other grave, as always.’
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Danse Macabre by Laura M. Hughes is a little gothic horror novella that I quickly devoured within just over an hour and half. I was so compelled and drawn into this story that it left me contemplating over it hours after finishing, which is a great testament to how this book really impacted me.
Very briefly the story follows a young protagonist called Blue, who throughout the novella is slowly coming to terms with all the tragedy that has befallen her. Blue is a character that is not portrayed as wholly good nor wholly evil, she is just a girl who has to suffer the consequences of her actions. You see the graveyard calls to her, and when it does she is compelled to obey the commands of the entity that dwells there. To break free from it’s torturous stifling grip she must uncover the truth and find her way towards peace.
Firstly, let me start off by saying how much I loved Hughes’ narrative style. I have previously read a short story by her, so I knew that she could deliver eloquent prose. What pleasantly surprised me in Danse Macabre was the way Hughes built up such an unsettling atmosphere. Each scene was filled with dark and gothic elements. From the setting of a seedy street, to the chilling graveyard, and even in the cryptic characters of the Crow and the Snail; we get a sense of horror that’s about to unfold. I’m a huge fan of Neil Gaiman, who I feel is an author who really nails this kind of eerie atmosphere perfectly, and I’d happily say that Hughes was very reminiscent of Gaiman.
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‘The fire, the screams, the dancing shadows - she knows that this is somehow right; there should be fire, to hold back the darkness, to warm the innocent, to burn the evil.’
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I definitely feel that on Halloween or just deep in the middle of winter is the perfect time to read this. I read this on a gloomy rainy afternoon, and it was pure bliss. Let me make a suggestion; grab yourself a hot chocolate, throw in some marshmallows, why not, you deserve a treat, get yourself a cosy blanket and curl up near a fire. Then pick up Danse Macabre and loose yourself into a delightfully sinister tale.
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‘All angels are men, all men are crows, and all crows are liars.’