A group of friends must confront the ancient dragon they summoned—and the darkness it awakens in themselves.

PLOT SUMMARY:

Arthur Oakes is a reader, a dreamer, and a student at Rackham College, Maine, renowned for its frosty winters, exceptional library, and beautiful buildings. But his idyll—and burgeoning romance with Gwen Underfoot—is shattered when a local drug dealer and her partner corner him into one of the worst crimes he can imagine: stealing rare books from the college library.

Trapped and desperate, Arthur turns to his closest friends for comfort and help. Together they dream up a wild, fantastical scheme to free Arthur from the cruel trap in which he finds himself. Wealthy, irrepressible Colin Wren suggests using the unnerving Crane journal (bound in the skin of its author) to summon a dragon to do their bidding. The others—brave, beautiful Alison Shiner; the battling twins Donna and Donovan McBride; and brainy, bold Gwen—don’t hesitate to join Colin in an effort to smash reality and bring a creature of the impossible into our world.

But there’s nothing simple about dealing with dragons, and their pact to save Arthur becomes a terrifying bargain in which the six must choose a new sacrifice for King Sorrow every year—or become his next meal.

GRADE: A

REVIEW:

I’ve loved all of Joe Hill’s previous books, and King Sorrow was no exception. Part fantasy and part horror, the story follows a group of college students who accidentally summon a dragon using an ancient text. At first, they use the dragon to eliminate someone who was tormenting the protagonist, Arthur. But things quickly spiral out of control when they realize the dragon—known as King Sorrow—demands a yearly sacrifice to remain satisfied. As the pressure mounts, the group of friends begins to fracture. How do you get rid of an ancient dragon once it’s been unleashed?

Joe Hill’s King Sorrow is a gripping, imaginative tale that blends horror, fantasy, and emotional depth with signature Hill flair. At its core, this novel isn’t just about an ancient, malevolent dragon awakening from centuries of slumber—it’s about the enduring strength of friendship in the face of overwhelming darkness.

Hill masterfully crafts a world where sorrow itself becomes a living force, embodied in a terrifying, ancient dragon that feeds on despair. But it’s the unlikely bond between the central characters—a band of flawed but fiercely loyal friends—that gives the story its beating heart. Their journey to confront the beast becomes as much a fight against personal demons as it is against the fire-breathing horror that threatens to devour everything.

King Sorrow explores how connection and loyalty can be a light in the darkest places. The characters don’t just try to slay the dragon; they struggle to carry one another through grief, guilt, and fear. It’s this emotional weight, balanced with Hill’s tight pacing and chilling prose, that makes the book unforgettable.

A story of terror, yes—but also a story of hope, sacrifice, and the power of standing together.

*Thank you so much to NetGalley & William Murrow for a digital copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!

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Hunger has a way of making one go mad.

PLOT SUMMARY:

The Netherlands, 1887. Lucy’s twin sister Sarah is unwell. She refuses to eat, mumbles nonsensically, and is increasingly obsessed with a centuries-old corpse recently discovered on her husband’s grand estate. The doctor has diagnosed her with temporary insanity caused by a fever of the brain. To protect her twin from a terrible fate in a lunatic asylum, Lucy must unravel the mystery surrounding her sister’s condition, but it’s clear her twin is hiding something. Then again, Lucy is harboring secrets of her own, too.

Then, the worst happens. Sarah’s behavior takes a turn for the strange. She becomes angry… and hungry.

Lucy soon comes to suspect that something is trying to possess her beloved sister. Or is it madness? As Sarah changes before her very eyes, Lucy must reckon with the dark, monstrous truth, or risk losing her forever.

GRADE: A+

REVIEW:

I really enjoyed Johanna Van Veen’s debut, My Darling Dreadful Thing, but Blood on Her Tongue? It completely blew me away. This is Gothic fiction at its finest—dark, moody, mysterious, and brimming with atmosphere.

The relationship between Lucy and Sarah was beautifully written, layered with tension, tenderness, and deep emotional stakes. And the mystery at the heart of the story? Absolutely gripping. (Two words: bog bodies!) While the book nods to Dracula—complete with direct quotes—it never feels like a retread. Van Veen has crafted something wholly original, both in plot and in the vivid characters she brings to life.

Compared to her debut, which occasionally lost momentum, this novel is a masterclass in pacing and storytelling. Every chapter pulled me deeper into its eerie, immersive world.

I listened to the audiobook, and it was phenomenal. The narrator brought the characters and the atmosphere to life so vividly, I felt like I was living inside the story. Highly recommend the audio version if you want an extra layer of immersion.

I won’t spoil the plot—this is one of those stories that’s best experienced blind—but be warned: it gets gory. There are scenes that will make you squirm, and yet, you’ll find yourself fiercely rooting for Lucy and Sarah through it all.

If you love Gothic novels filled with mystery, romance, and a healthy dose of the macabre, don’t walk—RUN to pick this one up. And if you can, grab the audiobook. It’s an experience.

*Thank you so much to NetGalley & Blackstone Publishing for the audiobook copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!

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All bets are off.

PLOT SUMMARY:

Four years ago, an unthinkable disaster occurred. In what was later known as the Low-Probability Event, eight million people were killed in a single day, each of them dying in improbable, bizarre ways: strangled by balloon ropes, torn apart by exploding manhole covers, attacked by a chimpanzee wielding a typewriter. A day of freak accidents that proved anything is possible, no matter the odds. Luck is real now, and it’s not always good.

Vera, a former statistics and probability professor, lost everything that day, and she still struggles to make sense of the unbelievable catastrophe. To her, the LPE proved that the God of Order is dead and nothing matters anymore.

When Special Agent Layne shows up on Vera’s doorstep, she learns he’s investigating a suspiciously—and statistically impossibly—lucky casino. He needs her help to prove the casino’s success is connected to the deaths of millions, and it’s Vera’s last chance to make sense of a world that doesn’t.

Because what’s happening in Vegas isn’t staying there, and she’s the only thing that stands between the world and another deadly improbability.

GRADE: A

REVIEW:

This book was bonkers—in the best way possible. One of the things I absolutely love about Chuck Tingle’s writing is how the horror hits fast and out of nowhere. You’re not easing into dread; you’re slammed into it headfirst, just like the characters. It’s chaotic, terrifying, and ridiculously fun.

The story follows Vera, a woman who survived a catastrophic disaster that wiped out 8 million people in a single day—including her own mother. She’s been living as a recluse for the past four years, until Agent Layne knocks on her door with a wild proposition: help him investigate a suspiciously lucky casino that might be tied to the tragedy that changed her life.

Mara Wilson nails the narration. She brings so much emotion and complexity to Vera, making the character feel fully alive—even as the world around her spirals into total madness.

This book is like Final Destination meets The X-Files, with a heavy dose of surreal, queer chaos. It’s gory, strange, and bursting with Tingle’s signature imagination. And in true Chuck Tingle fashion, amidst all the horror and sci-fi mayhem, there’s a powerful, affirming message: Bisexuals exist. Loudly, proudly, and yes—right in the middle of a conspiracy-laced nightmare.

If you love horror that’s fast-paced, weird, and unapologetically queer, this one’s a must-read. Highly recommend.

*Thank you so much to NetGalley & Macmillan Audio for the audiobook copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!

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He pretended to be human for seven years. Until he couldn’t.

PLOT SUMMARY:

He’s a traveling salesman named Paul Cattaneo, except he isn’t. He’s a Mirror Person–a hyper-empathetic eldritch abomination. He found the human Paul Cattaneo’s mangled corpse seven years ago and decided to mimic it. It’s just what Mirror People do. Mimic. Absorb. Control.

But breeding season for Mirror People comes around every seven years, inducing a sociopathic state… and Paul’s time is up. Unable to avoid the reality of what he truly is, Paul has a mental breakdown, goes on a cross-country road trip…and runs afoul of something far, far more inhuman and dangerous than himself.

GRADE: B+

REVIEW:

I’ll start by saying this is the first book I’ve read by this author—and I’m not usually drawn to cosmic horror. But the premise was just too compelling to pass up, and I’m so glad I gave it a shot.

The story follows Paul, who has lived for seven years as a human… until his dormant parasite instincts awaken. Suddenly, he’s forced to choose between embracing his true nature or continuing to pretend to be something he’s not. It’s a fascinating, unsettling concept—what does identity mean when your biology tells you you’re something else entirely?

There’s plenty of horror and gore for fans of the genre (which I definitely am), and the writing is sharp and confident. I won’t spoil the plot—this is a short novella, and I really think it’s best experienced with as little context as possible. Going in blind made the experience all the more intense and unpredictable.

After this, I’ll absolutely be checking out Huff’s earlier work and anything she releases next. If you’re into cosmic horror with a sci-fi twist, this is one to put on your list.

*Thank you so much to NetGalley & the publisher for a digital copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!

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PLOT SUMMARY:

What do you see…?

When the mutilated body of a young woman is discovered in the desert on the outskirts of Los Angeles, the detective assigned to the case can’t deny the similarities between this murder and one that occurred a year prior. Media outlets are quick to surmise this is the work of a budding serial killer, but Detective Bill Renney is struggling with an altogether different scenario: a secret that keeps him tethered to the husband of the first victim.

What do you hear…?

Maureen Park, newly engaged to Hollywood producer Greg Dawson, finds her engagement party crashed by the arrival of Landon, Greg’s son. A darkly unsettling young man, Landon invades Maureen’s new existence, and the longer he stays, the more convinced she becomes that he may have something to do with the recent murder in the high desert.

What do you feel…?

Toby Kampen, the self-proclaimed Human Fly, begins an obsession over a woman who is unlike anyone he has ever met. A woman with rattlesnake teeth and a penchant for biting. A woman who has trapped him in her spell. A woman who may or may not be completely human. 

GRADE: A

REVIEW:

Senseless was my first Ronald Malfi book, and I was hooked from page one! The story is told through three distinct narratives—Renny, Toby, and Maureen—and the audiobook narrators really brought each of them to life. These storylines don’t intersect until the very end, which keeps the tension building throughout.

Renny is a detective still grieving the loss of his wife, Linda, while investigating two eerily similar murders that happened a year apart. His chapters are steeped in emotional weight and slow-burning suspense. Maureen seems to have it all—she’s engaged to a successful movie producer—but things take a dark turn when she meets her soon-to-be stepson, Landon, whose presence immediately feels off. Then there’s Toby, a troubled man who believes he’s a fly. His descent into obsession is both bizarre and tragic, especially when he becomes fixated on a girl he believes is a vampire.

Each point of view brings its own unique horror: psychological, supernatural, and deeply personal. The mystery of the murders ties them all together in a way that’s both surprising and satisfying.

I really enjoyed this one and will definitely be diving into more of Malfi’s work. If you like eerie, layered horror with strong characters, give Senseless a try!

*Thank you so much to NetGalley & Tantor Media for the audiobook copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!

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Whether it took days or months or years, I would come for him. And I would savour the moment.

PLOT SUMMARY:

It’s the summer before high school, and Ronny Nguyen finds herself too young for work, too old for cartoons. Her days are spent in a small backyard, dozing off to trashy magazines on a plastic lawn chair. In stark contrast stands her brother Tommy, the pride and joy of their immigrant parents: a popular honor student destined to be the first in the family to attend college. The thought of Tommy leaving for college fills Ronny with dread, as she contemplates the quiet house she will be left alone in with her parents, Me and Ba.

Their parents rarely speak of their past in Vietnam, except through the lens of food. The family’s meals are a tapestry of cultural memory: thick spring rolls with slim and salty nem chua, and steaming bowls of pho tái with thin, delicate slices of blood-red beef. In the aftermath of the war, Me and Ba taught Ronny and Tommy that meat was a dangerous luxury, a symbol of survival that should never be taken for granted.

But when tragedy strikes, Ronny’s world is upended. Her sense of self and her understanding of her family are shattered. A few nights later, at her first high school party, a boy crosses the line, and Ronny is overtaken by a force larger than herself. This newfound power comes with an insatiable hunger for raw meat, a craving that is both a saving grace and a potential destroyer.

GRADE: A+

REVIEW:

This past autumn, a publicist emailed me insisting I had to read What Hunger, saying it was totally up my alley, and even sent me an early ARC. I decided to give it a try—and once I finally picked it up, I devoured it in just two days. I couldn’t believe how spot-on this total stranger was about my reading taste!

Catherine Dang’s What Hunger is a powerful and poignant exploration of identity, family, and the deep emotional struggles that define our lives. Through lyrical prose, Dang crafts a narrative that navigates the complexities of cultural displacement, particularly the immigrant experience, while also diving into personal and societal expectations.

The novel follows Ronny, a young woman torn between her Asian heritage and the pressures of assimilation into a Western society while she’s trying to navigate her grief over the loss of her older brother. Dang’s depiction of hunger—both literal and metaphorical—becomes a central theme. It reflects the protagonist’s yearning for connection, understanding, and acceptance, while also highlighting the pain of not feeling “enough” in any space. It also centers her rage, as she leans into it in ways that we as women don’t always allow ourselves to do at times.

Dang’s writing is striking in its intimacy, offering a raw look at the inner turmoil of its characters. Each chapter feels like peeling back another layer of self-awareness, with Ronny’s desires and fears laid bare for the reader. The narrative unfolds slowly but steadily, building a sense of tension and urgency that keeps you engaged until the last page.

What Hunger is a book that stays with you long after finishing it, its exploration of hunger not just as a physical need, but as an emotional and existential longing, deeply resonating in today’s complex world.

If you love books that explore female rage and grief, then this may be a book that you too will devour as easily as I did.

*Thank you so much to NetGalley & Simon & Schuster for a digital copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!

Short Q & A with Author:

You mentioned that your mother’s cannibal story was the inspiration behind What Hunger. Is the story based on true events or is it more like a folktale?

Originally, I thought the story was an urban legend. My mom first heard the rumors of a Vietnamese refugee-turned-cannibal at her refugee camp in the Philippines. Fleeing Vietnam was incredibly dangerous at the time, so it made sense that people would share wild stories with each other. I figured the tale was a culmination of multiple stories fused together: of people surviving boat wrecks, others washing up onto deserted islands in the Philippines, and other survivors getting returned back to the Vietnamese Communist government. But I assumed the cannibalism part was pure fiction.

But as I was writing What Hunger, I was shocked to find real news reports of cannibalism among Vietnamese boat people. These incidents almost always took place out at sea when survivors were desperately trapped in a boat, deliberately not rescued, and out of resources.

In one 1988 article, The Washington Post reported multiple incidents, including one where 15 people ate the body of a dead refugee. Another incident involved the forced drowning of a man, woman, and 11-year-old child, so the other refugees could eat them.

Recently, though, I discovered a 1989 article that seemed uncannily similar to my mom’s urban legend. The Los Angeles Times reported on a Vietnamese man who admitted to helping kill and eat a refugee on his boat of over 110 people. However, the man claimed that 10 other survivors had also willingly planned and killed for the purposes of cannibalism, but had made him the scapegoat. This man was later ostracized in his refugee camp in the Philippines.

What’s especially unsettling is what the man implored in his interview: “I am a Christian. I killed this man on the boat to help the living. Personally, I think it’s wrong, but so many people needed to eat.”

In total, five people had been eaten on this boat: two people who’d been killed to be eaten, and three others who had already passed away. Interestingly, the rest of the 52 survivors did not want to talk about their time on the boat.

When people were put in these hopelessly dire situations, they adapted in the most brutal of ways. 

I’ve always believed our urban legends are borne out of a hint of truth. Writing What Hunger has completely cemented this belief for me.

I truly loved Ronny and the fact that she wouldn’t simply “get over” what was done to her. I saw her new appetite as a means to view her assaulter as “meat” just like he had viewed her. Is that the theme you were going for?

Your interpretation is a good one! Maybe I’m weird, but I’ve noticed that in American English, our euphemisms involving human genitalia are so often… meaty. The penis is likened to a hotdog “wiener.” A gathering of mostly men is called a “sausage fest.” The act of a man’s masturbation can be violently referred to as “beating his meat.” Then we have some very graphic euphemisms to describe the appearance of vulva, like “meat curtains” or “roast beef.”

When it comes to sexual assault, the victims are routinely viewed as objects of sexual pleasure. It wasn’t hard, then, to use meat as a metaphor for these unfeeling sexual objects. As “meat,” the victims have been “conquered” and prepped to be “consumed” by another. The metaphor is so brutal and animalistic, yet it’s as apt as the violence itself.

But I’m a grim optimist. At the end of the day, we’re all vulnerable sacks of human flesh. If you reduce your fellow human being down to an unfeeling object, then you’re also condemning yourself to be an object. In a warped way, I wanted Ronny’s assaulter to know what it was like to be treated like a piece of “meat”: as something to be consumed and tossed aside. But Ronny takes it quite literally, doesn’t she?

Asian horror seems to tap into a more psychological, almost ancestral aspect of an individual. Do you feel that what occurs in the past generations finds a way to haunt someone in the present?

Absolutely. The concept of “generational trauma” has grown mainstream for a reason. Who hasn’t been a bit scarred by the way their parents raised them? Our parents raised us based on their own experiences and what they knew from their parents. And their parents learned from their parents and so on.

So much of our behaviors, our habits, and our coping mechanisms have been passed down from previous generations. Even when we try to course correct (e.g. refusing to spank our kids), we’re still reacting to what had happened in the past (like previous generations of parents spanking their kids).

Physically, the human body is itself a record of past events. We know of inherited diseases like sickle cell disease and cystic fibrosis getting passed down through generations, but we can also recognize family histories of mental illness and addiction.

I guess I’m fascinated by how these inherited diseases had originated. What had happened to Patient Zero in the family line? Had they simply been born with the disease and passed it on? Had it randomly developed one day and then been passed down among generations?

Or had something traumatic happened—something so traumatic that their own cells had been changed by it, which forever altered the genetic makeup of their descendants?

Though this last idea sounds crazy, there are studies being done on epigenetics, the science of how our environment and behaviors can affect the way our genes work, and whether these epigenetic changes can be inherited. For instance, some pregnant women developed PTSD from being near the collapse of the Twin Towers during 9/11. The babies they delivered were later shown to be smaller than average and had lower cortisol levels. While we can’t say for sure that the babies were directly traumatized by 9/11, there does seem to be a correlation between the mothers’ downswing in health and the poorer health outcomes for their babies.

As the daughter of Vietnamese refugees, I’ve always had a vested interest in generational trauma and how it can manifest itself in a person. I see my own history of anxiety and depression in my relatives, both young and old. But the question remains: are these simply hereditary diseases that have always existed within my family lineage? Or are these illnesses that my ancestors have picked up in response to the trauma around them (like colonialism, war, rape, poverty, etc.)?

I wanted to explore generational trauma in a book one day, but I figured I would write about it when I was older, wiser, and more established in my career. I never thought I’d do so in a book about a teenage cannibal, but here we are!

Female rage is often downplayed or not taken seriously – and I absolutely love how Ronny leans into this rage. Do you think that women have finally reached a moment in their lives where they’re finally leaning into this rage rather than repressing it like in the past?

Hell yes! I think female rage has always lurked in our cultural landscape, but I was never fully cognizant of it until Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl blew up. I had never seen a female character like Amy Dunne before, a woman who was so wholly unhinged, enraged, and open about it. The character fascinated me as much as she made me uncomfortable.

But more than anything, I felt this weird sense of companionship. It was crazy to hear all these women taking Amy Dunne’s side and arguing that the husband got what he deserved. And it was even crazier to hear women openly talking about how they, too, were pissed off. That cultural moment made me realize that wow, maybe I wasn’t alone for feeling so awfully resentful sometimes. Maybe I wasn’t psychotic. Maybe it was a perfectly normal part of being a woman—walking around with all this pent-up rage that we were told not to express.

As a young creative, I also appreciated how Gillian Flynn had brought such a nasty, vengeful woman character into the mainstream. I think it inspired a lot of female creatives to be more open and honest in their work. Why censor the ugliness of womanhood when we could lean into it instead? And let it inspire us.

Now I think female rage is the norm in our pop culture: books, movies, music, you name it. Women are pissed, and we have the urge to express it, no matter how bloody or nasty or gross it may be.

Are you working on anything new at the moment?

Yes. I don’t want to jinx myself, so that’s all I’ll say!

WHAT HUNGER comes out AUGUST 12!

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