"Just when you think you have discovered the final rotting onion of dread in Cunning Folk, Nevill pulls away another layer to show there is no end to the cosmic horror he has created. The conclusion to the story is both inevitable yet nonetheless astonishing.
This is a story of obsession, control, and that typical human territoriality that poisons relationships the world over. It is also a tale of parenthood, responsibility and sacrificial love."
Naked but daubed in ash, we dance around the barrow of the Sow widdershins, to cleanse writer & reviewer Tom Adams of maleficium.
He's written another detailed and interesting essay on one of my books. Thank you, sir. Your time & thoughts are, as ever, much appreciated.

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