![]() Things are different in Emily Carroll’s “When I Arrived at the Castle.” Just a bit at first, and then very much so. ![]() You’ve read it and seen it in a thousand variations. The beauty comes from outside, is recognizable to the readers as ‘one of them,’ while the beast is locked within, something other and alien. Emily Carroll has fashioned a rich gothic horror charged with eroticism that doesn’t just make your skin crawl, it crawls into it. ![]() Like many before her that have never come back, she’s made it to the Countess’ castle determined to snuff out the horror, but she could never be prepared for what hides within its turrets what unfurls under its fluttering flags. ![]()
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