Today I just fooled around a bit and came up with a cento, or something like that. I thought it would be fun to put it together out of something with… let’s say dubious links to poetry, so I fished out a random cult horror book from my teenage years collection. I used a few (not-so-)random passages from S.P. Somtow’s horror novel Valentine (New York: Tor, 1992; pages 99-129), and this is what happened.
[Currently under submission, therefore unavailable for the time being.]