The delightful wickedness of Clive Barker's Hell waits for its victims in more than mere puzzle boxes. It waits in the mystery of crystal lifeforms lightyears away. It waits in seductive whispers of evil at a Parisian artists' colony. It waits in the notes a musical genius plays on the way to madness. Inside these pages, Hell waits for you---and it can afford to be patient.
It has eternity on its side.
- The Crystal Precipice
- The Blood of a Poet
- Songs of Metal & Flesh
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