'The passions that animate Rikki Ducornet's The Cult of Seizure are both more apocalyptic and less immediately comprehensible, and sometimes seem to indicate a surrender to the imagination rather than a shaping of it. The elemental forces in Ducornet's world explode in irrevocable acts, as in "Abracadabra", with its admonitions to "Drink the dew from the spoor of a one-legged crone" and "Take an axe to the spouse of a hardened heretic." Visits aren't recommended to the weak of either spirit or stomach.

'But if you're willing to take the plunge into poetry that cuts close to the bone of our dreams and obsessions, The Cult of Seizure contains some absolutely stunning examples of how language can transform actuality. Using as her model the medieval bestiary, wherein natural and imaginary animals mingled in glorious confusion, Ducornet, whose third novel, The Fountains of Neptune was published earlier this year, has mixed the rivetingly graphic and the ferociously fanciful into a striking volume of verse.' (Toronto Star )