Editorial Review – Tenebrae Manor

I am pleased to share the following editorial review of Tenebrae Manor, written by the folk over at Book Viral:

Decidedly dark and harrowingly haunting, Tenebrae Manor by author P S Clinen is sure to raise the hairs on the nape of your neck! A masterfully paced telling, Clinen certainly knows how to build a visually complex tale, notably avoiding the pursuit of trite thrills whilst ensuring the definitive devices of horror and fantasy are ever present. Psychologically unsettling at times, his inventiveness is hard to deny, as is his alluring way with words. In tone and tenor one could draw favourable comparisons with Peake’s Gormenghast, but this would be where any semblance ended. From concept to execution Clinen’s plot is flawless, confidently navigating multiple threads and there is certainly an abundance of detail. Rarely cumbersome, it’s a delightfully dark dance of manipulation that creates a genuinely disquieting sense of time and place which lingers long beyond the page.

An exquisite tale that is not easily forgotten, Tenebrae Manor marks the arrival of an evocative new literary voice in P.S. Clinen. Definitely deserving of your time, it is  recommended without reservation!

– Book Viral

Read the full review HERE

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What Now, Friends?

Guess what. You’ve met everybody from Tenebrae Manor! Such a shame I have no further character profiles to share with you. But fret not; I feel it’s high time we all got better acquainted with our good friend – the young boy named Art. Click on his big ol’ head and let us proceed…

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A Poem – Abode (An Old Home)

Through the branch electric wire
Connect atop my only spire.
Above the trees that shed their leaves
And fall unto my rusty eaves.

Create a brief and green scene
Until the Autumn’s come and been.
After death, the dawning crown
Has all but turned the awnings brown!

Balancing without much thought
Toward a swathe of comfort,
The softened sun comes filtering
Betwixt cool winds contorting.

Coffee, toast and my newspaper
Insects orchestrate their caper.
Digging the soil, grass for show,
Windchimes in my open window.

– 2010