Sylvia Lake knows what crawls under her skin, and she calls it the Nameless.
As heir to ongoing secret research into this demon-like creature, Sylvia holds the tools to conquering the world, and she’s doing it with a smile. With the help of the Nameless, she murdered her way into heading the continent’s largest conglomerate. Still she’s out for more, and as holder of the ultimate knowledge, what can stand in her way?
No one, it turns out, but Matthew, her company’s rising recruit. Ambitious as Sylvia herself, he has a natural talent for using his Nameless, rendering him both a threat and the perfect specimen for her gruesome experiments. Kill him now? Or study him first?
Despite her vouching for playing it safe, the Nameless urges her to pursue and learn ever more, no matter the risk. If, mistrusting it, Sylvia stands against the monster who raised her from within her own flesh, it may very well hunt her down the way they have countless others.
To survive the treacherous path of discerning truth from lie and come out on top, Sylvia must see past the unknowns that have gulled her her whole life—what is the true nature of the Nameless, and what happened the day she first met this thing of hers, when she killed her own mother? To have it all, to know it all, to be it all, how far is she willing to go?
The throne atop a bloody empire is a high, lonely seat, and to keep it, Sylvia’s ruthlessness must become boundless.
IT CRAWLS UNDER YOUR SKIN (Horror, 98,200 words) is told from Sylvia's and the Nameless's points of view, blending horror and corporate dystopia in a descent towards a monstrous decision. It will appeal to fans of the sociological and visceral fable in Agustina Bazterrica’s TENDER IS THE FLESH and the supernatural dynamics of Johanna van Veen’s MY DARLING BEAUTIFUL THING.
Supernatural Horror
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"What does it look like, Syl? In the Lake?" Hel's voice is barely louder than a whisper.
"Like glass," Sylvia explains. "And like grass of a beaten color. You know the brown of those flowers we left outside for too long? Everything feels…harder, in the Lake. Sharper. But it is so much more beautiful there. Hemolymph looks bright red. Blood looks like a nectar made of crystal. You'd love it. And its eye. The beetle's eye. Its eye is so beautiful, under the wings, so full of nerves and rich tissue underneath. It is marvelous, Hel."