The Fever Kill

Tom Piccirilli is a man of many voices. I’ve been following his work since the early days, when he graced the pages of almost every horror and dark fantasy magazine in existence. I loved his novel A Choir of Ill Children, and I’ve been more and more impressed as the years, and his talent, progressed. The Fever Kill is my first taste of Tom’s Noir fiction at novel length, and I have to say, once again, I’m impressed.

Crease left his home town as a young man. His father had been sheriff, but he’d ended his career a drunken, disgraced man, and the townfolk were no more forgiving to the son than the father.

In The Fever Kill, Crease is back. He’s been undercover, living the rough, hard life, and he’s run out of options. He’s crossed lines, both with the law, and his underworld companions. He’s unable to let go of the past, though he isn’t sure what he wants to do with it. He has women, but none of them has him -not in the way he should be able to allow them to have him.

He has a son.

This is a character-driven, fast-paced roller-coaster ride of a novel that will leave you wishing you never had to get too close to a teddy bear again. Highly recommended. The intriguing packaging is worth a good close look, too, as this is one of the first such releases of Creeping Hemlock Press. Click the cover to order your own copy. You can’t have mine!

–DNW