A circle of frost in a summer garden: divided loyalties and who to believe? A piano constructed entirely from human bone: what price the performance? The dark places between dimensions which no light can ever fully illuminate: to tread these depths and relate the tales, or to sink into scream-shrouded oblivion? What sights are too dark to contain, or too trivial to envisage sharing? Enjoy a varied fourteen tales ranging from the elation of minor victories through to bloody horror, and all the bruise-dark treasures inbetween. The sense of mystery, shrouded in ghoulish solitude though it may be, is wrought here into intricate moments of mystery and revelation. There is nothing casual about Shane Wilson’s first anthology of horror, drawing as it does on his enjoyment of such masters as Ramsey Campbell, Thomas Ligotti, Lisa Tuttle and Clive Barker. Read it for the thrill, the pleasure, the sheer enjoyment of a truly well-crafted, if disquieting, encounter with what veils and engenders all that we see or seem: the world of shadows, shot through with a single, red silken thread of thunder. This, around you, is all there is.