Let it be known, I love Joe R. Lansdale. I love his writing, I love his style, and there’s nothing this Texan has produced that I’ve read that I haven’t devoured like a fat kid left unaccompanied in a sweets shop.

So when the hardcover copy of Edge of Dark Water landed beneath my Christmas tree, my fiction erection grew, and I spent some time along…

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