Send us a text

Welcome to the Madman’s Library—a place not of learning, but of unraveling.

Here, books do not enlighten. They whisper. They bleed. They rot.
Grimoires etched in rust-black ink speak in tongues never meant for human mouths. Manuscripts stitched from flayed skin stare back with hollowed faces.
Blood-written ravings of prophets long dead pulse with delusion, disease, and dread.

This is a collection shaped not by reason, but by obsession. By the need to conjure, to control, to curse. Each spine cracked open reveals another step down, into the occult, the forbidden, the grotesque theater of human thought gone feral.

These are not books. They are relics of ruin.

Join Keith as he unlocks the vaults of the Madman’s Library, a curated descent into the psychosis of print, where knowledge cuts deeper than any blade, and reading is not an act of curiosity…but a pact with darkness.

Support the show

For books written and published by Keith Hocton

www.entrepotpublishing.com