
As much as I really wanted to like this, for me this was a book that had crazy vibes but didn’t fully deliver on them in a way that satisfied me as a reader.
I want to start by saying that the premise is fascinating—we have an amnesiac protagonist who wakes up in some unknown woods with a cultlike group of cannibalistic individuals he doesn’t seem to know, and is immediately drawn into their plot to reach the top of a sacred mountain and resurrect the old gods of the world. The language and word choices that create setting are gorgeous, and they paint a vivid picture of the stark, claustrophobic, unfamiliar landscape through which the characters are moving. The way the cannibalism scenes (of which there are many) are described in a way that genuinely turned my stomach a couple of times, and I’m a pretty unflinching reader in general.
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