For young artist Gina and her lover Jim, it began with a terrifying vision of Gina's long-missing sister, once thought dead, now a prisoner of a horror beyond imagining.
Their last hope – a circle of witches who command powers that can help and heal – or wreck terrible destruction. Their destination – the dark heart of a New England Forest where an evil dynasty built upon the unspeakable secrets of the damned plans a hellish fate for all who oppose it.
Hounded by foul manifestations of the undead, in peril of losing both their lives and souls, Gina and her allies must race against time and terror to confront their demonic enemies... and battle a monsterous inhuman force that may crush even the combined forces of light.
Probably one of the nastiest books to come out of the 80's. A girl is abducted by three psychopaths to be frequently tortured/raped in a makeshift medieval dungeon, for the purpose of making a snuff film. One of the maniacs even has his wife thrown in to be tormented. There's some very long and nasty torture scenes in here, though the sex is briefly passed. There's a bit of other nonsense involving our victims sister and psychics/witches and the search to find her. A grim delight!
i've not read it, but if Greg Cox is to be believed, Andersson's 'Countess Bathory returns' outing, Raw Pain Max (Popular, 1988) is "an absolutely revolting piece of sadistic pornography." He rates it as even more appalling than William W. Johnstone's The Nursery, which, in Mr. Cox's estimation, is the all-time nadir of horror literature.
Amazon will probably be kept busy this afternoon.
From the first, I set myself against "literature"; the story was the thing, and no amount of style could persuade me to select a story that lacked genuine, unadulterated horror. For those who wanted something high-brow there was plenty.
Read it about 1992. The book is nothing to get excited about. Somebody's attempt to ride the "splatterpunk" cycle which was just beginning. The witches are actually the good guys, but come off rather half-baked. One of the few times I have audibly groaned on finishing a book. The last line was supposed to be profound, but comes off as unbelievably corny.