This evil work aka the novel Warm, Dark Places Are Best by Mike Duke showed up in my Facebook feed like some Satanic version of a chain letter. It came from a writer friend of mine who knows I like the dark crazy stuff and he basically dared me to give this a read. I may never forgive him.
To say I read a lot of horror is, of course, a gross understatement and most of it is Warm, Dark Places Are Best, good but not great. Entertaining but in the end mostly forgettable. Rare is the book that rises up that bar.
I was unfamiliar with the author, I had seen the name on a few anthologies I have come across but I hadn’t read him so I opened up the book with no preconceived notions of what I was getting myself into. Christ on a stick, Warm, Dark Places Are Best is completely fucked up. I have to admit that I cringed openly while reading a few passages and I read the damn thing with all the damn lights on in the house. This is one seriously disturbing book and Mike Duke is not a well man.
A young couple move into a dump of an apartment resolved to make the best of things. Such a simple premise, one would not think that it could be twisted and warped into the darkest of nightmares.
Trust me it can.
So, I am passing the Satanic chain letter along to you my readers. I dare you to read this book. Once you have and you close the book with trembling sweaty hands go ahead and curse my name. Then, think of a deserving friend or two to pass it along but be warned of one thing.
They may never forgive you…
All that being said this is one of the four most messed up things I have read in 2017 and I recommend it to fans of the dark hardcore stuff. I give Warm, Dark Places Are Best Four Bananas.
And I encourage the author to seek professional help. Not really, I hope he keeps cranking out work like this and I look forward to his next release.