Intense, Emotive, Dark Fantasy. Equally Enjoyable and Discomforting.
The Crimson Crown by B.J. Swann ; SE rating: 5 of 5 stars
Like to read familiar, cozy mysteries or adventures? BJ Swann's The
Crimson Crown is not for you. As the blurb on the back warns: “The
Crimson Crown is a Punk AF…contains graphic sex, violence, and disturbing
material, and is not intended for the squeamish or the easily offended.”
The Crimson Crown is for readers looking for a fresh and emotive
experience that is well-crafted, but discomforting. This is extreme Dark
Fantasy. The beginning radiates an insane-fairytale vibe which evolves into a climactic
battle that is wholeheartedly Grimdark melee. Here’s an excerpt of some of its early,
passive brutality:
[Barbus] grabbed the
serving girl by the neck and forced her to kneel, so that her chin rested on
the tabletop and its edge pressed into her throat. She coughed and choked, and
at first Honey thought the poor girl’s windpipe might be broken, but then she
began crying and begging for her life ... Blood trickled down her face and
mingled with her tears. Honey wanted to say something, tell him to stop, but
she was paralysed with terror. She watched as Barbus grabbed the girl’s hair
and peeled back her scalp like a rind, laying bare her naked skull. Honey felt
sick from the sight, but the horror was only beginning.
And that scene really is just the beginning. It continues to dish out the serving girl’s brains. Submissive Honeydew witnesses it all. This book is literally full of scenes
like this. Whereas the initial chapters are
grotesquely calm, they ramp up toward action-oriented warfare:
She clapped her hands on
either side of an enemy’s head. His helm collapsed and his skull cracked like
an egg, forcing blood and brain to go shooting through the holes in his visor.
The gore splattered afresh all over her face. She stopped, blinded, senses
cocooned by the hot wetness clogging her nostrils, coating her lips,
overwhelming her with its scent and its taste. She tried to wipe it away but
her blood-covered gauntlets weren’t suited to the task. Even when she managed
to scoop it out of her eyes so she could see, it was still on her lips and in
her nose, preventing her from breathing, lest she breathe it in too. A part of
her was sickened, repulsed by the thick, cloying film; another part wanted to
let it in, to bathe in it both inside and out.
Enjoy the Atrocity
There were instances of violent eroticism that made me
uncomfortable. I kept reading since none of the madness was gratuitous, the
delivery was smooth, and the horror was interrupted with (a) grim humor and (b)
contrasting scenes of peace & serenity. All the scenes, no matter how vividly terrible,
amplified the themes and story arcs. Ashleigh the painter is a character whose task in
life is to document the carnage following the crown, and he seems to echo the
author’s muse by maintaining an Atrocity Exhibit. There is cruelty that he must document and share.
The Crimson Crown is intentionally
edgy. As "PunkAF" as it is, it strikes great balances. The story arcs were simple,
conflicts stark, and characterizations extreme. This clarity made for a
fast read. The fun uncertainty lies in the journey. You will be flipping pages anxious
to know how the journey unfolds, even though you know it ends terribly. I found
both Honeydew and Oda to be strangely relatable even though they are almost cartoonishly
unreal characterizations. I got attached to them anyway. As
Honey and Oda transform, you may ask yourself, “Do I have inner cruelty to
feed?” No? Then why are you enjoying the book? Questioning your own glee while reading
this Atrocity Exhibit is, in itself, disturbing.
The blood was disgusting,
with a hint of deliciousness thrown in, like any other type of acquired taste.
She swallowed it down, sucked in a blood-tainted breath, then licked her lips.
She told herself it was only to clean her mouth, because her gauntlets were too
clumsy to do so, but a part of her was howling with joy at the texture and
taste. What’s happening to me? she wondered, though she already knew.
The complex of feelings was always the same – a sense of great
power that gloried in itself; a bestial hunger for agony and blood; the
pleasure of selfishness unbound; and, last but not least, the delicious frisson
of doing the forbidden. In other words, it was cruelty, pure and simple. It had
always been inside of her – she was simply just letting it out.
Title, Cover, and Summary
The cover art by Anton Rosovsky is engaging and represents the
story well. The title and design deliver exactly what they should: the promise
of a brutal story about an artifact called the Crimson Crown. It raises
mysteries too: is the head wearing the crown a protagonist? Is the crimson
referring to blood or the highlighted gem? The synopsis on the back summarizes
the conflict:
Inverted Dreams.
Excoriated Hearts. Terror and Horror Sublime. The twin princesses Oda and Honey
are as different as night and day. Oda is a child of the dark, obsessed with
cruelty and death. Honey is as sweet as her name, filled with goodwill and
compassion. It is therefore a remarkably revolting twist of fate when the royal
astrologer orders Oda to be married to the mild-mannered King Armand, while
Honey is betrothed to King Barbus of Gutgirt, the most brutal man in the world,
who tears peasants apart with his bare hands and keeps his murdered brides’
bodies on display in his own bloody chamber. As the twins strive to wrest back
their lives from the cruel hand of fate, they embark on a journey of self
discovery that will twist them in unimaginable ways – and perhaps bare the
secrets of their innermost selves. At the centre of their struggles, shining
balefully over all, is the Crimson Crown of Gutgirt, a relic of terrible
mystery and demonic power, whose secrets hold the key to salvation – and
everlasting doom.
Aeon of Chaos:
The
Crimson Crown is associated with the Aeon of Chaos (AoC) universe produced by BJ
Swann. The series all share the disclaimer: “contains graphic sex, violence, and potentially disturbing
material. It is not intended for children or the easily offended.” I have not read these yet, yet the introductory pages provide some context:
It
is the Aeon of Chaos, a time of terror, wonder, and pleasures undreamed of. The
gods are dead and the great demons gnaw at their bones. From the cannibal
kingdom of Kaszanka to the sordid pornocracy of Thune life is frenzied and
cheap. Fortunes and kingdoms are bartered at the swing of a blade. Lawlessness
and lust rule the day, while magic and mayhem take charge of the night. Slavery
and massacre swarm across the land like ants at a picnic, while notes of demon
laughter dance over all like shadows of flames from the deific pyre. It is the
Aeon of Chaos, and only Chaos reigns!
Other Aeon of Chaos books: The Unwithering Flower, The Court of the Mushroom King, and Our Lady of the Scythe:
Demon Academy.