
It’s as if Hake Talbot wrote this story just for me. From the very first page this was a dark brooding read, and as the chapters unfolded, there were all of the other tropes that I love the most. It’s rare that I find a story that truly fires on all cylinders, and The Hangman’s Handyman is one of them.
To begin with, we have a jam thick atmosphere, as we find ourselves stranded on a small coastal Carolina island during a raging storm. The inhabitants of the lone house are gathered by the fire discussing an old family legend. Their host inexplicably drops dead before their eyes, struck down at the moment that his brother utters a fabled curse. Poison seems like the only possible explanation, but how was it timed so perfectly? And how has the body decayed so drastically just a few hours after death?
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