No one can strip down love to its primordial fertility and minerals like Karen M. Vaughn, and in this immersive follow-up to her debut collection, love is stripped so we can watch it haunt, seduce, whisper, rage, and slink. Good horror-and Vaughn's is the best-looks lingeringly on what we'd rather only glance at over our shoulders. With Technicolor magical realism, Vaughn pulls and worries at every kind of love that humans feel...