Two hearts bound across fathomless distance, haloed in fire that will murder the world.

A lot of devils are proud of Hell, but Silfer isn’t one of them. He’s bored with the torture and endless visceral depravity. He’s bored with infernal politics. He’s even bored with the charms of the lascivious succubus sisters - and that’s really saying something. He’s bored, he’s bored, he’s bored - and his secret, lonely heart is home to a fathomless longing.

Up on Earth, Mara is drowning in muted grey misery. She hates her job restoring antique books at the local museum. She hates the house-flipping yuppies who’ve infested her neighborhood and made it so disgustingly trendy. She hates her busybody boss Kathy, who seems committed to making her life a misery with unwanted friendship. With a longing both nameless and consuming she dreams of something far beyond her daily banality.

One day she receives a box of moldering books from the bowels of a faraway church. Nestled like refuse amongst the tomes are a series of loose pages made from calfskin - or something very like it. They speak to her in whispers and hellfire dreams. Unbeknownst to Mara, she’s stumbled on the lost pages of the Codex Infernalis Futuatoris, the most terrible book ever to be released from the gates of Hell. As Silfer seeks the book, his world collides with Mara’s, and their hearts become bound in a love that will forever devour them both - and have terrible consequences of the rest of the universe.

From the combined pens of Elizabeth Bedlam, queen of offbeat erotic horror, and B.J. Swann, creator of the Aeon of Chaos, Holocaust Hearts is a black romantic comedy steeped in carnage, depravity, and total hilarity. You’ve never read anything like it.