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Mainly love She pulls him across the threshold into their home The screen door sla to hold back tears of his own Three people entangled in a fierce eht And outside, at the exact ins so at perfect intervals, as steady as aAFTERWORD by Blake CrouchOn April 8, 1990, the pilot episode of Mark Frost and David Lynch’s iconic television series Twin Peaks aired on ABC, and for a moment, the mystery of Who Killed Laura Palmer? held America transfixed I elve at the ti that took hold of me as I watched this quirky show about a creepy toith da was as it seemed Twin Peaks was ultimately canceled, the brilliant director and actors went on to do other things, but the undeniable ic present in those early episodes still haunts me two decades later Shows like Northern Exposure, Picket Fences, The X-Files, and Lost occasionally veered into that eerily beautiful creepiness that defined Twin Peaks, but for theelse has ever come close They say all art--whether books, music, or visual--is a reaction to other art, and I believe that to be true As good as Twin Peaks was, the nature of the show, in particular how abruptly and prematurely it ended, left me massively unsatisfied Shortly after the shoas cancelled, I was so heartbroken I even tried to write its mythical third season, not for anyone but myself, just so I could continue the experience That effort failed, as did numerous other attempts as I matured, both as a person and a writer, to recapture the feeling my twelve-year-old self had experienced back in 1990 Pines is the cul twenty years, to create so that esting that Pines is as good as Lynch’sthat is likely to take you back to the feeling of that series The shoas so utterly its own thing that any attempt to recreate its aura would be inherently doomed to fail But I feel the need to express how much Pines is inspired by Lynch’s creation of a small town in the middle of nowhere--beautiful on the outside, but with a pitch-black underbelly Pines would never have come about, and I may never have become a writer, if hts, that spring of 1990, to watch a show the likes of which ill never see again So thanks, Mom and Dad Thanks, Mr Lynch and Mr Frost And, of course, the inient Dale Cooper Pines is not Twin Peaks, not by a long shot, but it wouldn’t be here without it I hope you enjoyed ust 2012