Sure , it ’s only February — but do you want to trip up a glimpse at the mess up up , saturnine phantasy epic that everyone will be haunt about at Christmas ? Brom , Godhead of The Child Thief , is back — and we ’ve got the first reveal of his mysterious , sinister unexampled Word of God .
Behold Krampus : The Yule Lord ! contain out an excerpt from the book , plus some sole images , below .
Santa Claus …
How vile your name upon my tongue . Like acid , hard to utter without spitting . Yet I find myself capable of speak trivial else . It has become my imprecation , my profane mantra .
Santa Claus … Santa Claus … Santa Claus .
That name , like you , like your Christmas and all its perversions , is a lie . But then you have always lived in a house of lies , and now that house has become a palace , a fort . So many lies that you have leave the the true , forget who you are … forgotten your genuine name .
I have not forgotten .
I will always be here to cue you that it is not Santa Claus , nor is it Kris Kringle , or Father Christmas , or Sinterklaas , and it sure as shooting is not Saint Nicholas . Santa Claus is but one more of your masquerades , one more brick in your fort .
I will not speak your true name . No , not here . Not so long as I sit rotting in this black infernal region . To hear your name repeat off the numb wall of this prison , why that … that would be a auditory sensation to beat back one into dead on target madness . That name must wait until I again see the Wolf chase Sol and Mani across the firmament . A day that draws near ; a fortnight perhaps , and your sorcery will at long last be broken , your chains will come down off and the wind of freedom will lead me to you .
I did not eat my own flesh as you had so merrily suggest . Madness did not take me , not even after sitting in this grave for half a millenary . I did not perish , did not become food for the worms as you prognosticate . You should have known me well than that . You should have be intimate I would never permit that happen , not so long as I could commemorate your name , not so long as I had retribution for company .
Santa Claus , my good old acquaintance , you are a thief , a traitor , a slanderer , a murderer , a liar , but worst of all you are a parody of everything for which I stood .
You have sung your last ho , ho , ho , for I am coming for your head . For Odin , Loki , and all the fall gods , for your treachery , for chaining me in this pit for five hundred year . But most of all I am coming to take back what is mine , to take back Yuletide . And with my understructure upon your throat , I shall speak your name , your rightful name , and with destruction staring back at you , you will no longer be able to hide from your drear deed , from the nerve of all those you betrayed .
I Krampus , Lord of Yule , son of Hel , bloodline of the great Loki , aver to cut your lying tongue from your mouth , your thieving bridge player from your carpus , and your merry heading from your neck .
And here are some more images from the book :
Nipi
Perchta
Santa
Wipi
Krampus : The Yule Lord goes on sale Oct. 30 .
book
Daily Newsletter
Get the best tech , science , and culture news in your inbox daily .
News from the future tense , delivered to your present .
You May Also Like
