Tracey King continues to prove she’s a writer to watch. Into the Void of Darkness is a sharp, unsettling little collection that knows exactly what it’s doing—and does it well. King’s writing, as always, is vivid and visceral. She has this uncanny ability to press images into your brain—grotesque, strange, beautifully wrong—and make them stick.
The standout for me was The House on Inlet Road. It begins with an almost offhand series of beheadings (as one does), then takes a left turn into a surreal, liminal nightmare. The house King describes doesn’t feel like it belongs in our world—or maybe it’s just barely clinging to it. Short, strange, and haunting, it left me with that rare “I need more of this” feeling. And yes, it ends on a cliffhanger that completely worked for me.
It was also a cool surprise to see the short story that later became What Lies Within, which I read earlier this year and really enjoyed. Watching how that idea started and evolved was its own kind of reward.
King has definitely become one of my favorite discoveries this year. I’m already eyeing The Restless Dark, and if this collection is any indication, I’m in for something deliciously disturbing.