Was it revulsion I felt? Perhaps some sort of sick fascination? No, not that.
But something compelled me to follow. . .
Rain-drenched and chilled to the bone, she arrives at the Countess' castle. Like many before her - none of whom have returned - she's determined to snuff out the horrors within. But could she ever be prepared for what hides within its turrets; what unfurls under its fluttering flags. . .
Emily Carroll's hair-raising tale, charged with eroticism, won't just make your skin crawl - it will crawl underneath it.
Clever, dirty and incredibly scary, it's an announcement of vaulting ambition-and a welcome one. -- Sam Thielman ― Guardian, 'The best comics of the decade' (2019)
Carroll's lush, sensual artwork complements the material, creating a sense of ornate decadence and nightmarish disorientation with elegant but economical lines in a simple red-and-black color scheme with muted grey shadowing and splatter paint details. ― Publishers Weekly
Emily Carroll's Castle is paw-curling, fur-raising, back-arching purr-freak-tion. This work is so fangs-out fierce, I'm still tasting blood and second-guessing the skin I am in. A monster talent in the startling arts of genre-bending, trope-shredding, badass body horror. -- Karen Walton, Screenwriter (Ginger Snaps, Orphan Black)
When I Arrived at the Castle is a blood-drenched romance and a cartoon gothic opera. -- Benjamin Welton ― New York Journal of Books
As violence and sex intermingle, it becomes more obvious that the stories express a nexus between fear and excitement, that moment when the possibilities are defined by fright and allure, and we this is a moment we have captured again and again in multiple fairy tales, legends, myths, and other types of stories through the eras. -- John Seven ― The Comics Beat
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