Born in darkness, they arise. Seductive angels of murder, madness, and horrors beyond imagining.
Bathed in moonlight, they feed their darkest hungers in a festival of perversion and death, demented orgies that serve a cruel, unspeakable will...
They are irresistible sirens in black, corrupting the living and raising the dead. Now the silent town of Exham will surrender to their loving embrace, their haunting beauty, and their ravenous need for human flesh. Surrender—and die...
Beauty is only skin deep.
More like a revved-up gross-out 70s B-movie, COVEN revels in its ultimate editorial no-no: its science-fiction dropped into a contemporary horror plot, something that horror editors seem to never buy. Maybe this one sold...because it works. Originally entitled THE WOMEN IN BLACK, this turgid, original take on the Theres Something Fucked-Up At The College plot highlights Lees gross-out skills early on and demonstrates that pulp horror writers really can create fresh, well-developed, easy-to-realize characters. Cameos of Lees then-favorite beers—during his beer-snob days—appear in abundance, and Lovecraftian symbols abound (its fun just picking them out), but wait till you meets the gals in this book. This is the only existing novel that Lee wants to sequelize.