A mother's love, a father's pain, and a child who feels the suffering of everyone he sees are just three of the main elements I loved in this masterpiece of supernatural horror. I just now finished this book, and I'm trying to collect my thoughts, but I do believe my mind is literally blown away. I can think of nothing remotely adequate to express the sheer perfection of this story and the way the author kept so many plates spinning in the air at once without ever coming close to dropping even one. I don't feel like I should say anything about the plot because telling you more than what you see in the synopsis may take away the enjoyment of discovering it for yourself. I'm just going to focus a bit on the writing and say that at over 500 pages, not a single paragraph was wasted, the pace was flawless and the short chapters kept me hungry for more. Every time I would tell myself just one more chapter before I go to bed I would justify reading 3 or 4 more because like little salty snacks they were just too delicious to stop at one.

I love an old fashioned good versus evil story and Wendig delivers that in spades, but more than that he took the time to bring his characters to life, which for me is an important part of any horror novel because if I can not care about the characters I can not fear what may happen to them.
This is my first read by this author, although he has been on my radar for about a year now. I am sure this book is going on my best horror novels of 2021 list.

I received an advance copy for review.