Eric LaRocca

Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke and Other Misfortunes

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Three dark and disturbing horror stories from an astonishing new voice, including the viral-sensation tale of obsession, Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke. For fans of Kathe Koja, Clive Barker and Stephen Graham Jones. Winner of the Splatterpunk Award for Best Novella.
A whirlpool of darkness churns at the heart of a macabre ballet between two lonely young women in an internet chat room in the early 2000s—a darkness that threatens to forever transform them once they finally succumb to their most horrific desires.
A couple isolate themselves on a remote island in an attempt to recover from their teenage son's death, when a mysterious young man knocks on their door during a storm…
And a man confronts his neighbour when he discovers a strange object in his back yard, only to be drawn into an ever-more dangerous game.
Three devastating, beautifully written horror stories from one of the genre's most cutting-edge voices.
What have you done today to deserve your eyes?
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160 printed pages
Copyright owner
Bookwire
Original publication
2022
Publication year
2022
Publisher
Titan Books
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  • Cemile Meherremlihas quoted2 days ago
    am Jones, author of The Only Good Indians and My Heart is a Chainsaw

    “Eric LaRocca’s unflinching Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke will crawl inside you, move stuff around, and make you see the world differently, like all great stories do.”

    Paul Tremblay, author of A Head Full of Ghosts and The Pallbearers Club

    “A startling affair… I’ll be cleaning up particles of darkness in my office for weeks.”

    Josh Malerman, author of Bird Box and Malorie

    “Bleak, clever, edgy, and vicious. Eric LaRoc
  • Angelahas quotedlast year
    I take the apple peeler from the kitchen, and I crawl into the bathroom closet, gently cradling our child.

    I pretend I can hear the sound of him faintly breathing.

    The peeler trembles in my hand.

    I close my eyes, and for a moment I wonder if I truly deserve them today.

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