Where Darkness Dwells was my first full-length novel by Glen Krisch after reading his shorter work, and I can say without hesitation that it completely delivered. From the opening pages, this story pulled me into Coal Hollow and made it feel real in that quiet, unsettling way where you know something is wrong but can’t quite see all of it yet. The premise alone hooked me, two boys chasing a local legend, a mine with a past no one wants to talk about, and a town built on secrets that go far deeper than anyone admits. What surprised me most was how unique this story felt. It didn’t remind me of anything else I’ve read, and I never felt like I could predict where it was headed. That sense of the unknown kept me locked in and constantly uneasy, in the best way.
What really stayed with me, though, was the weight of it all. This book carries a heaviness that doesn’t let up, and I mean that as a compliment. The idea of people living in comfort and even something resembling paradise, while others are trapped beneath them in unimaginable suffering, hit hard. The slaves in the mine haunted me the most. I kept thinking about the years they endured down there, forgotten and exploited, and how easily people can justify cruelty when it benefits them. There’s something deeply disturbing about watching corruption grow even in a place that promises eternity and freedom from death. It made me uncomfortable in a way that felt intentional and meaningful, not cheap or shocking.
Glen Krisch’s writing style is a huge reason this all works so well. His prose is clean and accessible, but it never feels shallow. It’s incredibly easy to picture every scene, every tunnel, every quiet moment in town, and once I was in this story, I was fully wrapped up in it. This was one of those rare books I couldn’t stop talking about while I was reading it, bringing it up in conversation and trying to explain just how much it was affecting me without giving anything away. There’s a lot packed into this book, but it never feels rushed or overcrowded. Every idea has weight, every reveal lands, and by the time I finished, I felt both impressed and emotionally worn down. I loved this story, even though it sat heavy in my chest, and that combination is exactly why it worked so well for me. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if I end up reading this one again down the road, because it feels like the kind of book that would hit just as hard, if not harder, the second time around.