Sarah Lotz is disgustingly good, and the worst part of it is how easy she makes it look.
This is a follow-up to The Three and, while it’s definitely in the same creepycrazywtfisgoingon universe, the story is built in a completely different fashion – told from the point of view of a handful of central characters rather than as a tabloid disaster porn memoir.
This book is terrifying, but it’s not horror, or terror. It’s a masterful character study of a group of people as the boat they are on stalls, drifting without purpose or pilot, and their social structure fragments.