and me.
I’m going to do it. I’m going to terrify myself again, willingly. I’m going to go back to that place, that time. It was the first time I felt real fear jump off the page and set my heart hammering.
Why? To answer that let’s take a little step back in time.
First Step into the KING-dom
It’s the early 1990s and a young girl with the first initial K throws her Christopher Pike book on the floor, finding it lacking. It hasn’t given her the kind of thrill her macabre decade-old heart desires. She sneaks downstairs to the bookshelf in the den where books are housed in a deep cabinet of dark wood as if to mark them as forbidden. These are the adult books. (Not those kinds of adult books, get your minds out of the gutter.) These are the books 10-year-olds don’t usually read, the subject matter…
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