It might mean, letters written in blood, perhaps — a suicide note, or the traditional contract with the devil.
Or it might mean, those who spill blood — and in my mind, the image of spilling blood is inextricably linked to the image of writing. It's the same thing, really — opening yourself up and letting the world see what you're made of.
“Fear and love are blended together . . . . This collection will tantalize the palate of most anyone's literary taste.” — Seattle Sinner Entertainment Review
“Montoure's spare, striking prose outlines characters in deliciously twisted predicaments . . . . ” — Seattle Weekly
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