And then, at the novel’s core, comes an unexpected relationship. It’s unconventional, built on sincerity and a refreshing lack of sentimentality. Communication isn’t instant or effortless—it’s painstakingly constructed through trial, error, and the stubborn refusal to give up when understanding seems just out of reach. It’s quietly profound. In a plot that’s ostensibly about saving humanity, it’s connection (not conquest) that matters most.

Momentum is a strange kind of power in fiction. Some novels persuade slowly, almost imperceptibly; others seize you outright, pulling you forward with such force that resistance feels pointless. Along Came a Spider belongs, unmistakably, to the latter. It is not a novel that lingers at the edges of a reader’s attention—it insists, from its opening pages, on being followed.

King Sorrow is less interested in what begins than in what continues. Joe Hill’s novel follows six friends bound by an occult pact that refuses to remain in the past, unfolding into a quiet, sustained study of responsibility, complicity, and the weight of carrying something forward.