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Tuesday Apocalypse Paperback – July 26, 2013
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But it takes a downed RAF fighter pilot's mysterious admittance into the hospital for the main character's sinful dreams to begin to become reality, specifically the sinful dreams of vivacious and voluptuous Sister Barbara Shirley. Babs has a hard time believing the injured pilot's rantings about the evil flying tentacled creature that caused his plane to crash into the Gloucester street adjacent to the hospital. Yes, Sister Barbara Shirley is in denial. Sister Barbara Shirley is in denial about the pilot's story. Sister Barbara Shirley is in denial about her love for a young soldier named Robert who assists at the hospital. Sister Barbara Shirley is in denial about the origin of a young naked anonymous girl the staff finds in the garden one evening, whom the staff decide to name Tuesday (since Guy Fawkes is not a very feminine name).
When the menfolk at the hospital, including Robert, start to take more notice of Tuesday than they do of the vow-affirming stuck-up nun, Sister Barbara has a wardrobe change and turns in her good habit for a bad habit. Tuesday also brings out the worst in the personalities of ego-maniac Robert, drug-addicted Dr. Duckworth, raging hormonal pubescent teen William, grief-stricken widow Tuttle, manic depressive ex-nun Joyce and lunatic pilot Frank Mullen. Indeed, the perceptive and proactive Frank Mullen attempts to circumvent the cult of personality by wiping Tuesday off his event calendar, but the rest of the group end up hiding the bed-ridden party pooper in the boiler room and refuse to invite him to the orgy planned by Duckworth. Oh yeah, did I mention that a few people lose fingers and toes during the ravenous climax of the orgy? Oh yeah, there's a lot tentacle sex too, if you're into that kind of thing (and, honestly, who isn't, right?)
But I as mentioned above, love songs may calm the savage beast, but its the unrequited lust of heavy metal mayhem which makes for true thrills. Tuesday Apocalypse is indeed a thrill ride of epic proportions.
Needless to say, Tuesday Apocalypse was my first exposure to Vicy Cross and I can say that I really enjoyed her writing style. It was written much the way a diary reads and one could draw similarities to Lovecraft, Poe, and Stoker - speculative fiction and dark fantasy.
The key difference in Ms. Cross' work is that her erotic scenes are fantastic and painted in a highly visual way, especially when told from the first person standpoint of a nun.
There is an interesting thread throughout the story of taboo, social norms, and crossing them.
Tuesday Apocalypse takes risks and I greatly look forward to future works put out by this author.
- Gary Lee Vincent, Author of Darkened Hills (Darkened - The West Virginia Vampire Series)
Personal, intimate, and full of atmosphere, Tuesday Apocalypse is a magnificent story that works on so many levels (or perhaps layers) - romance, drama, erotica, and horror. This is not a story that bounces around between those genres, but which embraces them all, and blends them together, often within the same scene.
Reading this reminded me very much of enjoying Stoker's masterpiece for the first time. I was unsettled by my reactions, uncomfortable with my own thoughts, and often unable to reconcile my heart with my head. I fell in love with Sister Barbara. I wanted to reach into the book, cradle her softly in my hands, and carry her to safety. At the same time, I wanted to drop into the book, hide behind the bombed out ruins, and watch her being violated by Tuesday's alien tentacles. It's not easy to titillate and terrorize within the same scene, but Cross does a lovely job of forcing us to see both sides of the encounter.
The slow, creeping madness . . . the insistent, wanton seduction . . . the gleeful violation of vows . . . the tortured desire to succumb to temptation . . . the desperate pleas for salvation . . . the anguished attempts to hold onto something of one's true self . . . Cross offers us all of that and more. I loved the many layers beneath which she allowed her evil to creep, robbing Barbara of her sexuality on so many levels. Here we have a young woman already tempted by betray her vows by a handsome young man, who suddenly finds herself lusting after - gasp! - another woman, and who ultimately finds herself fighting the urge to surrender to tongues and tentacles. Wow . . . and oh, my.
I don't imagine Stoker ever dreamed of writing something this explicit, but there's no denying that the two tales share a lot in common. For him it was teeth that pushed the edge of taboo, while for Cross it's tentacles that do the same thing. His seductive sense of evil may have come the grave, rather than from beyond the stars, but they both have the same horrifying impact. This was just a gorgeous story, and one that is bound to give you the chills - and I mean that in every sense of the word.