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Book Review: The Walls of the Castle – Author Tom Piccirilli

“He’d been waiting for the chance to cut somebody, to chop somebody up, to move up from steak and veal and pork ribs. Killer for morality, murderer for God, vicious for middle class America. Everybody just wanted the self-righteous excuse to maul somebody else, to threaten, to scare somebody the way they’d been scared their entire lives.” I remember a ...

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Book Review: The Last Kind Words – Author Tom Piccirilli

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“The last kind words ever spoken to Jesus were spoken by a thief.” Normally, I’d start off with some kind of hook, a generalized statement that ties into my feelings about the book being reviewed. Summary. A well reasoned list of pro’s and con’s. Professional and clean, if a bit self-conscious at times. That’s not what you’re getting today, because ...

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Book Review: What Makes You Die – Author Tom Piccirilli

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“TO SEE MORE IS TO FIND OBLIVION. THIS IS WHAT MAKES YOU DIE.” Because it always feels so personal, it’s hard to separate Piccirilli’s work from the man himself. It certainly doesn’t help the situation when he names his first person narrator Tommy Pic. Of course, he knows that and I’m fairly certain that the bastard is intentionally messing with ...

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Book Review: Tales from the Crossroad – Editors David Niall Wilson, David Dodd

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TALES FROM THE CROSSROAD The world of publishing has changed, but while many companies are either trying to desperately to cope with these changes or coming up with new and exciting ways to exploit them, Crossroad Press is doing a damn fine job of showing how it can be done right. They’ve got a fairly extensive and consistently growing catalog ...

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Book Review: Futile Efforts – Author Tom Piccirilli

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  Futile Efforts By Tom Piccirilli Published: 2010 Publisher: Cemetery Dance Publications Cost: $40 “The dog is chewing into his chest, about to crack through the breastbone and get to the thick meat of his heart inside. Lash took the little bastard in because it was shivering under an abandoned Chevy with six saturated tickets beneath a busted wiper, rain ...

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