"Hostile" is Luke Scull's horror debut; he's already distinguished himself as an author of epic fantasy, though that part of his writing life seems to have concluded some time ago. So I'd suggest it's best to see this book as Scull's foray into writing from scratch, meaning I'll review "Hostile" as a debut novel rather than the author's first work of horror fiction. I feel justified in this, since otherwise certain narrative decisions would have to be judged a bit harshly, especially the convoluted way the book concludes and the inexcusably long journey it takes to get there. This shouldn't be misunderstood as charging the story with fluff or fillers; all I mean is that the impact of the story, for me, would have been very much heightened if it had been the length of a rich and dense novella (this goes double for the epilogue, which I think should have been cut altogether). However, this happens often in debut novels, and should not be flagged as a drawback in a review: in fact, all it may imply in practice is that instead of reading the book in one sitting, this reviewer had to take his time with it, enjoying it in small doses. Surely, not a bad thing at all.
The premise of the book is, apparently, about pets suddenly being friendly no longer, and animals of all kinds (insects and arachnids included) turning hostile towards humans. I stress the rider "apparently," because, although the book contains incredibly well-done scenes of carnage and suspense grounded on this premise, this isn't the book to go to if one's after an apocalyptic story of animals going rogue and attacking humans. The book's vision is far more focused than that, a fact that becomes apparent after the first third of the book, when contradictions and mysteries start hinting at something far more subtle and complicated going on.
As long as "Hostile" sticks to its apparent premise and keeps building on it, the descriptions are amazing, the pacing is generally perfect, and the tension goes through the roof. This is the "James Herbert" part of the book, with harrowing animal attacks, terrifying scenes of zoo horror, and compelling drama of the "show, no tell" kind. But from some point on, the novel starts deconstructing itself, the pacing slowing down, the main character going introspective and asking all the right questions, and soon one realizes that something really bizarre is happening, as the plot is slowly approaching weird fiction territory (this is the "Silent Hill" part of the book, which I found rather too long and unnecessarily overdramatic instead of atmospheric).
Avoiding spoilers, I go straight to the ending, limiting myself to mentioning the uncomfortable way we are taken there. At some point, perhaps fifty pages before the finish line, I begun feeling the story was collapsing on itself. Taking into account the point of the story and the big reveal at the end, this is surely intentional on the part of the author; but whoever has been following indie horror will inevitably compare the book with Ben Young's "Stuck"; and the comparison is not entirely flattering, as Scull, for me, does not do psychological and grief horror equally well with Young - I mean, the barrage of details as the end approaches, the repeat attempts to find a place for everything shown before, the pressure to explain it, took me out of the story emotionally, and had me trying to solve some sort of riddle. The epilogue tried to restore some of the lacking emotion, but it was too little too late, so to speak.
That said, treating the book as a debut novel certainly took the sting out of the above, and allowed me to realize that this is ultimately an enjoyable book, especially the "James Herbert" part. I unhesitatingly recommend it as a clever, imaginative, and skilled exploration of the meaning of regret, wrong choices, and guilt. The book shows unbounded creativity and will easily satisfy readers looking for a complex, challenging plot, with unreliable narrators and cunning plot twists at the end!