“You knew what that priest did. Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

This has got to be one of the most atmospheric books I've read in a while. All the descriptions and vibes just pulled me in, and it was like walking through a dream the entire time, engrossed and detached in equal measure.

My previous experience with Arden Powell's book (the Flos Magicae series) led me to expect this will be a romance with some horror on the side, but really, it's pretty much the opposite. While there is a romantic/sexual relationship at the heart of the events in the book, this is really a horror story about guilt and revenge and consequences, and the romantic plot just serves to emphasize all the other elements, weaving with them seamlessly. Reading this book was like taking a nap somewhre by the mires on a hot summer day, being dimly aware of the real world but also getting plagued by surface-level dreams that might be hallucinations and sometimes maybe letting your brain convince you that what you're seeing is real. Or maybe letting your brain convince you that it's just a dream. I can say I quite enjoyed the experience. 

Also, I kind of want to know what happens after that ending... but I also kind of don't. Some things, perhaps, are better left undisturbed.