Was the forest trying to keep us out?
I wanted to dismiss the thought, but it grasped my mind and held firm. Could a forest prevent someone from entering? I thought not, for even though a forest does live, it lacks consciousness or free will.
With that, the wind kicked up around us, and Matilda stumbled; I pulled her close and kept her from the mud at our feet, nearly falling in the process.
And if a forest couldn't prevent someone from entering, what about something dwelling within it?
The descriptions are a bit repetitive, but this is oh-so atmospheric and creepy as anything.
And holy creepers, Nana Ellen is something else.(show spoiler)
I must admit that I had no expectation of enjoying this read as much as I am because there has been quite a bit of hype around it. Dacre Stoker spent quite a few days on several occasions around here in connection with promoting the book and commemorating Bram Stoker writing Dracula in Cruden Bay, just north of here.
Anyway, I'm hooked.