Another dark feast from the depths of Luis Royo as he lets his mind wander down those stone steps lit with braziers until you see those dungeons as this brings the beast, rippling and brimmng with pent up sexual fury to gorge on the gothic uber femme. These demons surge with the electric passions of sleaze as they gorge on the sexual frenzy of beautiful women. Whilst Robert Howards Conan brings out the Dragon in the Dungeon, this beats its presence into another more sophisticated world.
Royo has captured the static magic of an eternal darkness, the electric allure of pure lust, as it zips, then pings through the air to create the frission of wanton abandonment. You can either stare at the picture as wallpaper, or recreate the sites within the synapses, or use them within those special times. These are aides for memory to spark the imagination that trips those internal switches.
Reminds me of a Turkish restaurant in West London, covered in satyrs and nymphs being cloven then gushing with the waters of frission, trapped in various straits of frenzy. This book is one of a series that captures this labyrinth of sexual power, beating at the gates of Hades, wanting to ease its way in. A swift glance into the black eyes of dead end pools creates another imagine of beautified ecstasy. Luis scatters an invite to push, enter the tip and harness all the energy you can muster, to make that grand sweeping entrance that always lies within.