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Evermore 2

Evermore 2


Launch Date
: 15th March 2023

Digital : $3.99 
Paperback : $13.99 USD  
Hardcover : $17.99 USD

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Evermore 2 is a richly atmospheric poetry and short fiction anthology curated by The Ravens Quoth Press. Paying homage to the literary legacy of Edgar Allan Poe, this collection gathers writers from around the globe who delve into the shadowed corners of love, grief, madness, vengeance, and the supernatural.

With Poe’s signature blend of gothic horror, lyricism, and psychological intrigue as its lodestar, Evermore unfolds in whispered stanzas and chilling narratives. Each piece draws inspiration from Poe’s themes and motifs—ravens, haunted lovers, crumbling estates, spectral laments—but offers a fresh, often subversive interpretation. Whether penned in poetic verse or eerie prose, the works speak to universal fears and desires.

The anthology’s second edition deepens its offerings with expanded content and newly unearthed voices. From classic horror pastiches to contemporary gothic innovation, Evermore serves as both tribute and transformation. This is a collection for readers who savour literary horror, decadent language, and poetic dread wrapped in timeless style.

Perfect for fans of Poe, gothic literature, and dark speculative verse, Evermore invites you to descend—line by line—into the beautiful and the bleak.

Edgar Allan Poe inspired poetry brought to you by:

Alexander A. Manzoni
Bernardo Villela
Black Widow
Carol Edwards
Catherine A. MacKenzie
Christopher T. George
Courtney Glover
David L. Repsher
Josh Poole
Joshua Gage
Kimberly McAfee
LaVern Spencer Mcarthy
Lawrence Salani
Leila Sandra M.
Linda Sparks
M. Lee Alexander
Marianne Tefft
Mark Andrew Heathcote
Max Bindi
Michael Pendragon
Michelle Chermaine Ramos
Miriam H. Monarres
Paul W. Hunt
Rhiannon Owens
Ross Leishman
Sharmon Gazaway
Sheldon Woodbury
Steven Fortune
Trisha Leigh Shufelt
William Connell
Ximena Escobar

 

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
            Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
            Nameless here for evermore.

The Raven (1845)
Edgar Allan Poe

 

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