The Year of the Witching by Alexis Henderson

Inexplicably, the ink still looked wet, and it rippled toward the edges of the papers as if, threatening to spill onto the bed, soak the sheets black.Īnd from there, Henderson ups the ante on the level of horror, not just through the graphic and inventive ways she utilizes witchcraft, sigils, and plagues.

Broken fingers and disembodied eyes with slits for pupils. The tulip of what might have been the creature’s womanhood or perhaps an open mouth. Right off the bat, Henderson put me at ease by letting me know that at the very least, The Year of the Witching would deliver on its promise.Ī mangle of teeth and eyes and rendered flesh. But, that is the tip of the literary iceberg of what Alexis Henderson has put into the world.ĭon’t get me wrong. Without breaking #1, manage, on some level, to convey why The Year of the Witching, and hear me out here, is an incredible Gothic Horror/ Occult novel.No debut should be legally allowed to deconstruct me on a cellular level. Without breaking #1, dissect how Alex Henderson has no right to have Year of the Witching as a debut.

So, for me, this is pretty revolutionary. However, ask anyone that has visited my site, and I don’t believe that you will hear streamlined and straight forward as review descriptors. To accomplish this goal, I’m setting three essential bullet points that I need to accomplish. Today, I don’t care if it takes the entire day, I’m going to write my tribute to The Year of the Witching. Maybe I could write my review of Alexis Henderson’s debut in elvish? No. I tore through the thesaurus and then cursed it. I lost all ability to word, vocabulary, and communicate. Then, I opened WordPress and became a babbling idiot. I immediately ran to my laptop, prepared to write my review. I finished The Year of the Witching by Alexis Henderson at the beginning of the week.