Being a curse keeper is an easy gig. It’s so easy, in fact, that Laszlo hasn’t had to bother with any actual work for decades. Laszlo spends his days alternately messing with and seducing humans until his cushy life comes to a screaming halt when a demon a few rungs higher on the ladder is sent to check up on the curse keepers, to make sure the cursed are as miserable as possible. Lazslo is fucked. He knows he’s fucked, but he doesn’t want to go down without a fight. Henry H. Neff’s wild novel, The Witchstone, sucked me right in. It’s got snarky demons, goofy side characters, hellish bureaucracy, escalating stakes, perfect plot twists, and weird sense of heart...

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