This book should have been a quick, enjoyable read, but it ended up feeling like work. Hornsby takes an interesting horror concept and fills it with overwritten prose that bogs down the narrative. To be fair, I should sprinkle my review with examples such as "mendacious hazel eyes" and ice that crinkles and collapes into the melted abyss. But in reality, I was probably not predisposed to like this horror novel. I enjoy a good tale of terror as much as the next reader, but I also appreciate a well-written book, and I wish this book had been both.