Read the full review to find out why Trad Wife is Sarah Langan’s best work to date, how it sits within the current wave of literary horror, and why its central argument about bodily autonomy, influencer culture, and the ancient horror of the controlled life is one the genre has been building toward for decades.
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What shapes a horror writer? Antony J Stanton credits The Devil Rides Out, a ghostly TV film from 1982, and a healthy obsession with Dracula. He also names Between Two Fires as the most underrated horror novel ever written.
Horror that fights back. The abyss flinches.
Jill Palmer’s Frostbite isn’t just a zombie novel. It‘s a brutal， hopeful exploration of choosing your own family when the world has already ended.
Some horror novels make you check under the bed. Sam Beckbessinger’s Femme Feral makes you check your own reflection for teeth. This feminist body horror novel about a queer photographer’s lycanthropic liberation is a howl of feminine rage you won’t forget.
Claustrophobic space stations. Corporate corruption bleeding into deep space. A doomed luxury cruiser lost for decades, its halls still wet. S.A. Barnes built a devoted readership on sci-fi horror that traps you in the dark with nowhere to run.
Now she’s swapped the wreckage for a dusty university library. But don’t mistake the change of clothes for a change of temper.
Joe Rice walks into an empty office in Canary Wharf. He sits down at a computer. An AI asks him how he is feeling. And the abyss opens. Not beneath his feet. Beneath his chair.
Don’t hand in your notice. You won’t live to regret it.
This Book Hates You 2.0 is not a book to be read. It’s a contract signed in bad faith. David L. Tamarin’s transgressive fiction collection promises to assault your senses, and it faithfully delivers.
Jill Palmer’s Frostbite is a masterclass in character-driven horror, proving the most terrifying apocalypse isn’t the monsters outside the gates but the inherited trauma found in a mother’s cold, calculating stare. It redefines survival as a brutal, hopeful act of choosing your own family.
