LaRocca writes short story horror with the same delicious detail, which in horror is excruciating. He has a way of writing that makes you forget you are reading a tale (minus the obvious fantasy quality of some of the stories) and instead they often feel like intimate memoirs.

I haven’t read any other pieces by LaRocca yet but he is dangerously close to becoming my favorite horror writer. And this book makes it in my shelf with my other favorite short story anthologies: NK Jemisin’s “How Long ‘til Black Future Month?” and Guadalupe Nettel’s “Natural Histories”.