Imagica – Clive Barker
I remember bringing this home from my local library when I was about twelve years old. My mum took one look at the blurb below, and refused to let me read it:
“A book of revelations. A seamless tapestry of erotic passion, thwarted ambition and mythic horror. Clive Barker takes us on a voyage to worlds beyond our knowledge, but within our grasp.”
I imagine it was the erotic passion she objected to. Mythic horror was probably fine.