| This novel represents a catharsis of sorts, a purging of people, situations and old karma from my life, an exploration of demons that are very present within my head. At two am, when I'm writing by candlelight, the demons of the third, fourth and fifth spheres encircle me, Jack LeFevre sits on my couch and puts his booted feet up on my coffee table, and the worshippers of the Dark One knock at my door.
The Dark Double is a doppelganger, an etheric double, evil twin as it were. This subject fascinates me. What would it be like to stand face-to-face with yourself, make love to yourself, perhaps even be murdered by yourself? Would you then know that you were mad?
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