Zakk reviews Love Lies Dead: A Requim for Love by Kyle M. Scott

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Zakk reviews Love Lies Dead: A Requiem for Love (Razorblade Candies book 1) by Kyle M. Scott, 66 pages.

“From where he stood, no one would notice him. The haze of rainfall and their own grief saw to it that his own sadness, his own painful farewell, would be a private one.

It was better this way. It was better to let her go in his own fashion, and say his goodbyes only a little above a whisper, witnessed by nothing more than the crying heavens and the howling winter wind.

It was how she would have wanted it.

Her family wouldn’t understand, he was sure of that.”


Paul loves Jane with his whole heart.
In his eyes, she’s perfection personified.

When Jane is cruelly cut down in the prime of her life, Paul is devastated. Facing the world alone, he’s falling into a pit of misery he may never get out of alive.

But Paul has a plan…a way to mend his broken heart and put things right. It’s going to require a touch of courage and the cover of night. Not to mention a little bending of the rules, a little determination…

And a lot of digging…

In Book One of his new extreme horror series, ‘Razorblade Candies’, Kyle M. Scott takes readers on a stomach churning trip into the grotesque depths of one man’s obsession.

Sick bag not included.

“When he’d been a kid, he’d never really feared ghosts, though he had courted the playful dread he’d felt in the graveyard with a sense of wide-eyed adventure.

Now, Paul knew that ghosts were real.

They haunted a man deep down in his soul, and their persistence was a thing to be truly feared.”

I haven’t read everything in the Kyle M. Scott library of horrors, but I am steadily making my way through the shadows so eagerly placed on my Kindle. Perhaps I should have given myself a bit of warning to proceed with caution. From what I’ve experienced with Mr. Scott’s fiction his work fits nicely into one of two categories. First, the outrageous, gratuitous splatterfests (Aftertaste, Kentucky Fried, Shoping). Second, the explorations of the darkened heart of man, who we all know is the real monster (Where the Ones Dead Play and now Razorblade Candies).

While I’ve enjoyed everything that I have read from Kyle, it’s the second batch, the emotional, soul searching horrors that have scored home runs with me. Not just entertaining me but haunting me. Shaking me. Making me excited to be a reader.

Love Lies Dead hits hard and quick with a heavy dose of sorrow and a bouquet of feels. We are experiencing loss along with Paul, a man whose life has turned upside down. How exactly? Well, those pieces of the puzzle fall in time.

We feel his pain, and although something is obviously not quite right, that question mark is pushed to the back burner while we hurt for him, hurt with him. So when that not-quite-right feeling returns, with a vengeance, you are already trapped in Paul’s darkness. In for a penny, in for a pound.

Love Lies Dead turns sour (in a great way), and turns sour fast. It can be a little overwhelming, a bit shocking, and let’s not forget revolting. But with the emotional investment instilled early on you have no choice but to witness.

I dug Love Lies Dead. A lot. In the quiet moments is when Kyle M. Scott speaks to me. Delivering nightmares that I’ll take with me, perhaps spread to others. If further installments of Razorblade Candies carry the same tune then I am all-in. I’m all-in anyways.

“We’re all corpses. You’re a corpse. I’m a corpse. The whole world is one big graveyard, full of the sleeping and the half-asleep. We may not have nodded off yet, but we will… we will. And when we do, will we be any less of a person? I don’t think so.”

Overall score: 4.5/ 5

Zakk is a big dumb animal!

“And the rest is darkness.”


The Eyes of Madness presents “Simple reviews from a simple reader…”

Zakk reviews VHS: An Urban Nightmare (Razorblade Candies Book 2) by Kyle M. Scott. 55 pages.

“Like any day, the schoolyard was a bustling, mini-metropolis of preteen and pubescent life. A thousand petty cares and woes, a thousand joys.

For Iain, though, he may as well have been stood on a desolate moon, light years from the idle chit-chat and light-hearted play.”


The year is 1986, and twelve year old Iain has been hearing things in the playground…things that make his mouth run dry and his heart race a whole lot faster.

He’s been hearing about some very adult video tapes.

Living through the home video boom, he’s no stranger to mature movies. He watches horror with his friends, he watches horror alone, and his father hires ‘video nasties’ any chance he gets. But now, he’s heard about the ‘other’ tapes out there…the ones that fathers hide from their wives and from their children.

Movies where the women are completely naked, and where they do things on film that a boy wouldn’t believe.

He’s a good kid, but the temptation is too strong to resist.

Now, Iain is searching for treasure in the dark corners of his family home. Places where things might be hidden. Where secrets might be kept. Places forbidden by his father, with stern words and a furrowed brow.

He’s going hunting for the key to his manhood, but Iain is about to find out that some secrets are so terrible, so unimaginable, that to learn them is to not only lose one’s innocence, but one’s very soul.

Don’t press play…

“Iain had a momentary, fleeting vision of his neighbourhood –row after row of houses. Families living in quietude with one another. Dogs playing in the yards and cats lazing by windows. Yet, in each of these happy homes, there were secrets. In each of these homes, there was a box.”

Fuck me, man.



The opening part of the above review holds true here, although I believe Mr. Scott had found a perfect common ground between the outrageous, gratuitous splatterfests & the man-is-the-real-monster yarns. This story hits like an ice pick. It’s visceral, rattling, unflinching and (guiltily) highly entertaining.

A week after reading I still have the image of a particularly ugly, brutal scene stuck in my head. It has me shaken which doesn’t happen often enough, thank you for that Kyle. I think.

The pop at the end is a little telegraphed, for those who like to guess the twist rather than let the story take you where it wants (I fall into the later category) you probably know where this is going. It doesn’t lessen the punch at all. Also I didn’t find the emotional investment quite as strong here, which may be a blessing. Never the less VHS is a boot stomp to the head you may not recover from.

VHS: An Urban Nightmare is not going to be for everyone. Trigger warnings abound. Heed the content warning, do a little soul searching before you dive in. Because you can’t un-see this.

“As I was saying, we all do things we regret. Sometimes those things are large, sometimes they’re small, but they all leave a mark on our souls. They change the way we see ourselves in the mirror. The way we approach our lives and the people in them.”

Overall score: 4/ 5

Zakk is a big dumb animal!

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