"If the only good Indian is a dead Indian, then I am going to be the worst Indian of them all". While not the exact line, it is the line that splits this novel neatly in two. The perfect line to wind the book up all the way through its grand finale, it felt like the plot bloomed forwards and backwards from this point.

Stephen Graham Jones uses tactfulness in all the right places in order to build tension and expectancy of what is to come. There are just a few places where this book packs in the emotion, and that is what makes those passages all the stronger. I found myself getting caught up in the suspense and weirdness that when those moments came they felt out of place, but they still felt absolutely right where they were needed.

While I have a couple things I could be critical about, as I love to do, I will pass up on it this time. It just doesn't feel necessary as it wouldn't serve as a worthy counterweight against all the book does right. Even reading the damn acknowledgements was great.