Over the years, gay men are disappearing in Toronto. They're hardly looked for - outside of their own minority circles they're not even missed - disenfranchised as they are from the wider world. It sounds like a set-up for a serial killer, and it is, sort of, except the killer is a beast out of folk tale that seduces vulnerable outsiders, and carries them off to an extremely sticky end.

This pattern is repeated, over and over, and if I sometimes felt that the repetition went on a bit too long for my tastes, I can appreciate the intent behind it: the weight of the losses, of all the different types of losses, and the undertone of survivor's guilt. The most interesting thing here is the memoir thread of the author, running through, sometimes talking about his own experiences as a gay man, sometimes about how those experiences intersect with the horror genre, and it seems well-suited, thematically, an original structure, until the end where the borders between horror and memoir mix, and the stories come together in unusual ways (you can see from my talking around things that I'm trying not to spoil it). A very interesting structure - a very appealing structure, I think.