The RIB: A Demon to Save Me by HS Kallinger

I have this love/hate relationship with LGBT fiction. Either it's too sugary sweet for me, or so bitter and miserable that I want to lie in bed with the covers pulled over my head and not turn another page. I was trying to describe this to a friend, and they explained the concept of queer fiction being ‘hug-boxing' – as in everything is bright and shiny with rainbows – or scab-pulling, where it…