I face a blank space.
Do you know of Ian Daniels' Tarot of the Vampyres. I think it was originally called the Phantasmagoria Tarot, but its publishers'-- Lewellyn, although usually of the fairy, flowers, and groovy love-light school of wholesome pagan family entertainment decided on a perhaps darker, but more commercial title.
It's a wonderful-looking deck in a sense, but not wonderful looking like a blue sky or mountain top at sunset; wonderful like seventy-eight shocking and morbid heavy metal rock covers.
Its people don't all appear to be vampires, but they mostly have fangs, and aren't mellow.
The book written by Daniels, as well, explains stuff like--the mistress seducing her victim and partaking of his gore represents the give and take of eternal spiritual repressions within vibrations of universal flux. This particular universal flux (?) looks like a large woman, breasts exposed, wearing torn black fishnet stockings and high heels and with a look of psychotic lust and rapture, biting into her human snack.
I've found it a good reading deck as it certainly keeps me awake!
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