These characters? Absolutely deranged in the best way possible. Harrow is a beautifully broken disaster, and the rest of the cast is just as delightfully unhinged. You could pick any one of them out of a lineup of eccentric necromancers, and they’d still stand out. Harrow and Ianthe alone could fuel a thousand therapy sessions. Sure, the narrative structure makes it a challenge to get attached at first, but once it clicks? Oh boy, you’re in for an emotional rollercoaster you didn’t sign up for—but will absolutely love.

Space necromancy. Rotting gods. Haunted corpse palaces. If that’s not a vibe, I don’t know what is. The book absolutely oozes aesthetic, drenching every page in eerie, gothic, bone-rattling goodness. Some descriptions are so intricate you’ll need a moment to rewire your brain, but once you do? Pure immersion. Even when things got so wildly complex that I had to stop and reread, I was into it. This book doesn’t just set the mood; it owns the mood.

Muir’s prose is a chaotic, brilliant fever dream that somehow works. The constant shifts between second and third person? The unreliable narrator making you question your own reality? The whip-smart, borderline feral dialogue? It shouldn’t function this well, and yet here we are. This book doesn’t hold your hand—it shoves you headfirst into its labyrinthine storytelling and expects you to keep up. And honestly? I loved every second of it.

The plot is an intricate, mind-bending puzzle that delights in keeping you confused just long enough to make the reveals hit like a truck. It’s ambitious, it’s weird, and it doesn’t care if you’re keeping up. Some sections drag a little, and sometimes I felt like I was playing 4D chess with a necromancer, but the payoff? So worth it. It’s the kind of story where you finish a chapter, stare into space for a moment, and whisper, what just happened—in the best way.

This book sinks its necromantic claws into your brain and doesn’t let go. The mystery, the unreliable narration, the sheer what-the-hell-is-going-on energy? Addictive. Even in the slower parts, I was still feral to figure out the next twist. Every page felt like another piece of an elaborate puzzle I desperately needed to solve. If you’re the kind of reader who loves piecing together a deliciously convoluted story, this is your dream (or nightmare, depending on your sanity).

World-building? Wildly intricate. Magic system? Disturbingly fascinating. Character relationships? Absolutely chef’s kiss. The emotional gut punches between Harrow and Gideon—or what’s left of her—were devastating in the best way. And even when things got deliberately opaque, the internal logic worked. It’s not a book that cares about easy answers, but if you’re willing to embrace the madness, everything falls into place beautifully.

This book is chaos incarnate, and I adored every moment. It demands effort, shreds your sanity, and leaves you begging for more. It’s one of those rare stories that challenges you while still being deeply rewarding—an unapologetically weird, ambitious, and wildly satisfying read. If this book were a person, it’d smirk at you while stabbing you in the heart. And honestly? I’d thank it.