The Flesh I Want weaves a cloying web of obsession, desire, and twisted family secrets, festering in the heart of rural England. Todd Jordan’s debut is a display of raw talent that will get inside your head and under your skin.—Sunyi Dean, author of The Book Eaters
The Flesh I Want is a hypnotic tale so skillfully woven that I almost felt as if I could smell it. Maybe that’s a weird thing to say about a book, but this is a weird book, in the very best sense of the word. I loved it.—Hildur Knútsdóttir, author of The Night Guest
“From the first page Todd S. Jordan’s prose winds a feral pathway around the reading slinking in and out of sight stalking the reader with an angular allure that at once makes you take a step back in alarm but moments later take two steps forwards with bated breath. This book wants to drag them into the depths of the tall grass of the mind to become a crimson banquet that they, by dint of Jordan’s writing and possibly blood loss, are only so happy to surrender themselves to”
Jordan Shiveley, author of Hot Singles In Your Area
“FERALLY TRIUMPHANT”
Jordan Shiveley, author of Hot Singles In Your Area
Clive Barker by way of Tana French, The Flesh I Want burrows deep under your skin. Jordan’s handling of the erotic and abject is at turns revolting and strikingly empathetic. A nasty, visceral feel-bad coming-of-age from a bold new voice in horror.—Sara Hinkley, author of The Red Sacrament
I picked this book up to read one chapter and was lost for the rest of the day. It’s a brilliant meditation on adolescence and the ways in which people seek to own and sculpt each other’s bodies. İt’s a twisty and twisted and tender family drama. And most importantly it’s visceral, upsetting and overall the kind of book that makes you feel like all your organs need dry-cleaning. Exquisite and awful. I had a wonderful time.—Hester Steel, author of The Faceless Thing We Adore
What the hell did I just read? In the best possible way— I have never been so thoroughly delighted to be this unsettled. I was squirming in my seat, in which I was rooted for a whole day, unable and unwilling to put this down. THE FLESH I WANT is visceral and tough; this book is a chewy tendon stuck between your teeth: something difficult to swallow, but impossible not to once you’re in the thick of it. It’s hard to decide what to be most afraid of here, be it the monstrous shape-changer with bloody desires and bloodier aims, or the honesty of our protagonist’s inner world and his willingness to make it flesh. Jordan gives us an uncomfortably barefaced look at the morbidity of desire, particularly when expressed in isolation. A twisted treatise on possession, personhood, and desperate, lascivious need; this’ll go down as a classic in the realm of literary horror, somewhere in the dark crevices between a folktale and a grim, bloody fable..— Megan Bontrager