THE DARK MOTHERS
There is no escape from Gethsemane.
Summoned by a letter bearing a name she does not recognize yet somehow already knows, Ruth-Ellen Blight arrives at the doorstep of Gethsemane House-an estate that does not merely endure time but bends it. The house has been waiting. The house has been calling her long before she could listen.
Eulalie Gethsemane Rawls has been expecting her.
In the Bible, Gethsemane was the garden where Christ, faced with an agony beyond human measure, yielded to a will greater than his own. Here, Gethsemane is no garden-it is a labyrinth, a threshold, a place where fate does not ask but
takes its fill
. What begins as a journey into the unknown becomes a ritual of recognition. The walls close in, the air thickens with whispered rites and silent summons, and Ruth-Ellen understands: she has not come to uncover a mystery. She has come to be claimed.
Nothing short of total submission satisfies the Dark Mothers.
They take their fill.
What's theirs is theirs, and what's yours is also theirs.
A hypnotic descent into
esoteric horror
,
The Dark Mothers
is a tale of submission and supernatural inevitability, where lineage is fate, and choice is an illusion.