Pull the lever! Ah, yes, YES — it’s… IT’S… A REVIEWWWWW!
This time around, I dove/dived into The Dread Legacies, book 1. Written by The Dread Legacies This is a jazzed up retelling of Mary Shelley’s revered original. I will definitely be returning for the other books, especially with how this one ended. Now, before I jump into my thoughts, I need to confess something. I semi-consciously make assumptions about the quality of things based on a few things that actually have no bearing on the things quality. One mistake I sometimes make on Substack: conflating subscriber count with quality. 1,000+ subscribers, must be good right? 50- subscribers, maybe not. Obviously, this is not true, and I was met with a great example of this when I started reading Dread Legacies. The writing here is such high quality, I would expect to see a big subscriber account (so uh maybe fix that?). Hopefully this gets a little more light on the account.
The Dread Legacies is a well-executed gothic horror novel using Mary Shelley’s Modern Prometheus as an inspiration, but it also stretches its fingers into other realms such as Stoker’s Dracula, and other source materials. If you know the original Frankenstein story, you will find familiar elements repurposed here to a new plot. It kept me not only invested, but it broke me — it’s one of the saddest fiction books I’ve read in my Substack review series, because of how invested it gets you. If you like gothic novels, historical novels, horror novels, or good writing, check this one out. It is ~chefs kiss~. I will say this for the author, and you won’t know what I’m talking about so you’ll have to go read it, but the scene, the only one involving spit, absolutely shattered me.
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