Oh man, that back-cover description,“uniquely unsettling Gothic love story”. The way the parasite just… blooms out of a guy’s back feels less like horror and more like a fever dream you can’t stop staring at. And the twist with the wife becoming part of him? Brilliant. Would’ve been creeped out if it didn’t all feel so weirdly poetic. Now I’m curious if the flower-parasite is a metaphor or if Ruthnum just loves grotesque beauty.