The Night Ship by Alex Woodroe
3.75 rounded up to 4 🔮🔮🔮🔮 orbs
Pub. Date: Jan. 20, 2026
Flame Tree Press
In the eternal darkness…….
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Orbs Prologue:
crackle…crackle… Does anyone… crackle…static…me…hiss… Is anyone…out…static…there? My life consists of interruptions. People reaching out from impromptu places, seeking refuge in the comfort of communication with other lost souls in this godforsaken world, seemingly smeared by God himself dipping his thumb in charcoal and smudging out human existence. Whatever could you be talking about, Orb? Dear readers, picture this. As you sit on your back porch sipping on a pumpkin spice latte, enjoying the sunrise, an ebony coating contrasts your gorgeous backdrop, like a giant squid squirting an inky fluid over the defenseless world. The sun fades to nothing as the dark spreads like a black mold, devouring everything in its wake. Items left and right sink into a bottomless void of nothingness. With rope and chains, I attempt to tether myself to the Earth, and yet all is for naught. Perhaps someone will save me; one of these faraway correspondents of peculiar information will carry me out of this nightmare. As the time slips by, I am left to wonder, why did this happen?
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Nuts & Bolts:
Meet Rosi, our smuggler with ideas of beating the authoritarian regime that rules with an iron fist. Rosi’s manipulation of a man named Gigi, a truck driver with whom she can conceal her illegal bounty, becomes nothing more than a sidenote in this frightening tale conceived by author Alex Woodroe. Woodroe stands above the audience, his readers fully seated in the auditorium, eagerly awaiting the novel’s reveal. In a sudden turn of events, Woodroe rises from the shadows with a can of paint in hand. In a casual pouring motion, the gloomy darkness spills over the crowd, leaving them stunned. All is dim, ever-consuming, extinguished! I wish this were a dream, but for Rosi, Gigi, and a young man named Sorin, it is most certainly not. As confusion lingers in the air, the sun has been squelched, and an otherworldly presence with ever-extending tentacles has emerged from a cavern of listlessness. A graveyard of humanity lies at the feet; however, one can only imagine this outcome since the night blinds all those trying to navigate its unknown pathways. Through the air, the group has managed to stave off death. In Gigi’s semi, they have found safety, cruising through space, searching for survivors who are broadcasting information through the airwaves. What awaits them are others… I say "others" as in humans, but this would only be partly correct. Survival is the theme in a world where hope is lost. Difficult decisions come with a hefty price, often to the detriment of the mental well-being of those involved. What happens when the lights go out, and fear has taken every ounce of life with it?
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Orbs Pros:
Creative! A terrifying take on an alien-like contact, who renders humankind rudderless in an ocean of spatial turbulence. Through a direct approach, Woodroe guides the truck into the unknown, begging the reader to ask, Where do we go from here? Splashes of plans fizzle under the weight of simply not knowing the full extent of the problem. Woodroe’s writing style was easily consumed, and I coasted through this in no time at all.
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Orbs Cons:
Catalina, a character? The antagonist? I still don’t fully understand it, to be honest. Without giving anything away, let’s just say that Orb was lost in portions of the plot. However, it isn’t anything that seriously broke my enjoyment, for this was a multifaceted affair with which to try and unravel.
Recommended!
Exciting and downright horrifying! Can a horror story be fun? I was clinging to my chair, subsequently tethered to my floor, as if at any moment this novel might become real-life cinema. Those who love that space horror element will most certainly have a good time.
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Orbs Epilogue:
Sitting back in the trailer, I gnawed on some pork and beans from a can. The warmth from the circular fire shed some glow on the faces of survivors around me. Their faces suggested tiredness, stained with the decay of the moment. I am a master of improvisation, and even I feel defeated. When will it end? I have resigned to the fact that we will run out of food and water long before we find a miracle exit sign with which to make our harrowing escape. Is this it? Was this our destiny?
Many thanks to Flame Tree Press for the ARC through Netgalley in exchange for my honest review.