It is seldom that I can enjoy a story whose main character doesn’t have a single redeemable quality. When this is the case, only a writer of the highest calibre can make me interested in the book. Will Tinkham, undoubtedly, is such a writer. While he didn’t make me like Danny Coover/Slaughter, his eloquent narrative,... Continue Reading →
“Those Who Breathe the Water” by N.B. Clarke
For someone who has never been a fan of horror, both books and movies, I’ve been turning to this genre surprisingly often lately. I doubt that my preferences will change in essence, but after reading a few horror stories, which turned out to be more than overly enthusiastic descriptions of violent scenes filled with gore,... Continue Reading →