Long ago, when I was a child (8?10?12?) my family attended a book reading of my mom's author friend. As I huddled in a corner attempting to focus on an Artemis Fowl novel, Elizabeth Donald spun out her latest (?) zombie novel "The Cold Ones." It gave me--and my grandma--the spooks. From that day on, I swore I wouldn't read any of Elizabeth's stories, even the promised ones about my personified bee-god form or my nightmarish enemy known only as "The Schlep." However, as I am now grown, I have found myself coerced into at least reading Setting Suns, her fantastic collection featuring "Twilight Zone-esque" tales of things that go chomp in the corners of our mind. It is a decision I absolutely could not regret, as the stories are all thrilling, chilling, and I can't think of another word to rhyme (fear-instilling?). I will be following this with Moonlight Sonata at some point, but you will catch me reading The Cold Ones when I have cold dead hands 😂❣️