Sometimes I think us readers don’t quite grasp how rare we are. To read a book a month is no less a feat than to read a dozen in the same four weeks. It’s the reading that places you, me, us in the same circle, the same scene. And the horror reader is a unique animal. We recognize this in the eyes of our fellow junkies. There’s a dark sparkle ever-present, and it never shines as black as it does when two of us cross paths.
