Let Me Quote You: Clive Barker's "The Damnation Game"

If I may introduce you to one of my favorite writer - if you haven't known him already - Clive Barker. To be honest, I didn't think that I qualify to have this honor, but since there's nobody around other than both of us, you can't choose, can you?

If you never read any of his writing but enjoy contemporary English literature (read: fiction), you might just missed something great. He's eloquent enough that left you felt the adrenaline just by reading the text.

Like this one:

... Beneath his gaze, the paint on the wall seemed to blister. Venereal eruptions disfigured its emptiness. Illusions; but horribly real to him nevertheless. Very well: if he couldn't dislodge the obscenities, he would transform them. It wasn't difficult to smudge sexuality into violence, turn sighs into screams, thrusts into convulsions. The grammar was the same; only the punctuation differed. Picturing the lovers in death together, the nausea he'd felt receded.
In the face of that void what was their substance? Transitory. Their promise? Pretension.

Now, after reading that part above, wouldn't you agree with me about his talent and the quality of his work? I know I did!