You can tell Joe Hill is Stephen King‘s son. Father and son both have the unique ability to make me sit down to read a few chapters, and have me reading until the cat’s gone down for the night, the pages run out, and I need to hold my hands over the next paragraph to keep my eyes from jumping ahead.

That being said, the story is wonderful. Without giving anything away, Joe Hill weaves an intricate tale that ties up every loose end he unweaves while leaving the reader about as satisfied as (s)he can be with tales of the macabre.

This was my first foray into the progeny of Stephen King and Tabitha Spruce King, and it will not be the last.