A wonderful, wonderful fellow writer was the first person to
introduce me to Laird Barron. That weekend, I lost myself in his strange world,
both horrified and fascinated by the mythos he’d created.
The Children of Old
Leech succeeds in paying homage to Barron in all of the best ways. I had to
read this book in small sips, delaying gratification so that I didn’t squander
any of the pleasure....