“I coughed in the black and tried to focus my thoughts. That’s when the first bolt of unease shot up my spine like lightning.
I wasn’t supposed to have thoughts. I wasn’t supposed to be aware of anything. I was dead; I should feel…nothing. Why could I think? Why could I feel?
I coughed again as the darkness slid across my skin like frozen paste. It coated me, slid around me, engulfed me.”
The Black Farm is a refreshing and unique take on purgatory and the afterlife; savage and vicious but full of human carnage, evils, and conceits. I would love to talk more about the premise of this one, but alas, no, I feel it’d be better for a reader to go into it with minimal info, just like I did.
I exhaled slowly, my eyes trained up at the night sky. Stars twinkled down at me like curious crystals and I felt my chest heave. They looked so beautiful. They looked hopeful. They looked like happiness, dragging me towards them, millions of light years away.
The quote above offers us a very ‘promising’ start to a terribly dark novel that’s excellently written. A truly sick experience of the mind.
Please be warned of extreme content, as “…everyone who entered the Black Farm carried hell with them.”.
I highly recommend The Black Farm.
