Each vertebra reveals a mystery

Before I say anything, I loved it, but I was unfamiliar with it's author, and soon realised it wasn't going to be what I imagined.

I pictured horrible Catholic drama, twisted visions, the unresting devotion of a population damned by famine. Im no writer, but I do believe that the trope could have been exploited better.

Im catholic, well, Im not anymore, but was born and raised as one, in the beautiful and gold-plated arches of Italy's churches. I get religious disperation, while kneeling on the uncomfortable wooden benches, staring up at tortured saints getting their flesh torn apart.

I signed up for that feeling, starving not only for food, but for salvation, for the touch of those silent images finally coming to life and acknowledging the excruciating condition of human life.

I loved the starving saints, but it didnt give me that concept, instead It gave me pychosexual lesbianism which I ALSO LOVE.

This book is a 7/10 for me, but could have been a 10/10 with a little more research, the cult felt shallow, the medieval was barely there and trust me, the middle ages were filled with dramatic and theatrical rituals that could have been perfect for this setting. I enjoyed the scene where the statue is carried in procession, and all the followers were given just a little honey, not enough to satiate them, but enough to get their empty stomachs rumbling. Still, that is I believe the only scene in which we really get a indepth description of the religion in the castle.

WIP