Once upon a time, you died.
I put this mark on your skin
so I’d know you on returning.
You were once mine before,
and now you are mine alive.
How much prettier you are
in this skin you have stolen!
“The Night of Turns” is a tale of folk horror where caravans travel a circular path without cease, moving from garden to garden as dictated by the sinister Game of the Goose. This is a land where unsettlement is a deeply-treasured belief; a land where theatre is used as a weapon; a land in thrall to the shadowy figure of the beekeeper–
‘[The book] is a tale of capture, a history of a seduction. I do not believe in the reality of what [Edita Bikker] describes, but neither do I see (as many have) the sinister spoor of a cult in these pages, unless it is a cult with no guru; a cult whose guru is Chance itself.” – From the preface
