This is going to be less of a review and more of a cautionary tale about a book that crosses lines and obliterates boundaries with abandon.
Every time Tom Piccirilli puts the proverbial pen to paper, he spills his guts out. It’s what makes him unique. It’s what makes him so damn good.
Tom Piccirilli does not write the kind of books described as "breezy." You should know that going into his latest novella, The Walls of the Castle, which was just published by Dark Regions Press as the first book under their new Black Labyrinth imprint.
Pale Preachers begins with a note from some guys named Finch, Floyd, and Fishboy Lennie, written to their cousin Mal. The note informs Mal that their Grandma Callie is dead, Mal’s sister Lulabelle is the new "witchy woman" of Moon County, and that Mal's help is needed ASAP, so he's to meet them at “that crummy strip joint up the road.”