So, what is it with naming yuri anthologies after foods?
Before I even start in on this review, I have got to tell you what a hard time I had getting my hands on this book.
I am sure it wasn’t the intent, but the subtitle to this volume conjures images of the stuff of Douglas Adams rather than of horror.
I guess the price for Katarina’s survival was that the author ran out of ideas.
Am I just revealing myself as old if I try to make a Billy Mays joke here?
You’re never going to believe me, but I swear this isn’t trashy.