I've been writing spooky stories for the better half of my life. Reading
and writing horror has always been a strangely therapeutic endeavor.
It's a way to process the things that keep me up at night and force them
into a somewhat manageable form. After all, tangible words on the page
are less worrisome than swirling thoughts in the mind. And a surprising
number of people seem to agree. As absurd as that may sound, many of us
troubled souls find comfort in the horror genre.
Riley lives in a lonely world where a single look drives people into
frenzied violence. Stay alive by staying away from people. This state of
affairs has become routine to her: "It's horrifying. Then it's weird.
Then it's just inconvenient."
But she considers risking it all when a new neighbor moves in down the street. Your Shadow Half Remains is a beautifully written meditation on
love, isolation, paranoia, and so much more. I couldn't put this one
down.
Riley has not seen a single human face in longer than she can reckon. No faces, no eyes. Not if you want to survive.
But when a new neighbour moves in down the road, Riley's overwhelming need for human contact makes her throw caution to the wind. Somehow, in this world where other people can mean a gruesome, bloody death, Ellis makes her feel safe. As they grow closer, Riley's grip on reality begins to slip and she can no longer fight her deepest desires.
