Okay. As of this writing the most recent review is in the esteemed HELLNOTES, where the Scholar and Gentleman CM Saunders says, among other things (including my propensity to drip, for which I take full responsibility) "I Can Taste the Blood is a remarkable offering from one of the finest publishers of dark fiction on the planet."
A teeny ways back, the book was reviewed over at THIS IS HORROR UK. No less than Shane Keene says "it's a tour de force" and flatters me with the cognomen "Master of Weird Fiction." Thank you Shane. I am Keen on you.
Where was I? Oh yes. Real life calls, it carries a megaphone, and it's got a lisp so it's skullcrushingly loud AND you have to strain to hear it. And I'm hungry, so I don't feel up to listing all the reviews it's gotten. I'm sorry to the reviewers I did not yet get to include. I was too ambitious with this post. But I like mistakes, I love them . . . that's another post. Anyway, if I get a minute I'll do a part 2 of this. But before I go I just wanna especially thank Robb and Livius over at Booked for episode 319, and you know why.