There has always been something more urgent, more pressing.
I should be ashamed of myself leaving this to gather dust.
A joy to read, no breaks it just flows from beginning to end. Is there nothing that this man can't turn his hand to?
Early 70's static carnival. A summer job that brought together friends, and unearthed a series of murders of young girls.
Tied to the King-a-Verse via one of his favourites, the seeing/sight that you find in the shining, the dark tower to name but a few.
Compelling it draws you in, the style and content may not be normal. But, this is one of a hell of a slam dunk.
Give it a try, where the air is rare
