Thank you for the opportunity to read my first ARC book in exchange for an honest review.
From the very first pages, this novel sets the tone like a dramatic cloak being thrown over candlelight. The language is whimsical, poetic, and absolutely dripping in metaphor. We’re talking crows, looming academic architecture, and a deliciously dark gothic atmosphere that immediately had me thinking, oh hello old friend, a la Edgar Allan Poe and Mervyn Peake. Moody? Yes. Pretentious? No. Seductive? Entirely.
Now, full disclosure: names and characters are introduced at a pace that briefly made my brain wave a tiny white flag. I did lose track of who was who for a hot minute but thankfully the tone relaxes, the narrative steadies, and suddenly I was back in the game, leaning forward like tell me more, tell me everything. Mystery seeps in early, thick and velvety, raising far more questions than answers and sinking its teeth into you until you’re helplessly hooked.
At the heart of it all is Lexi, our FMC, piecing together the truth about her mother’s disappearance. The mystery rooted deep in her childhood and tangled up with St. Dunstan’s University, where her mother once worked. What starts as a search for answers becomes something far more dangerous: a door into a world Lexi never knew existed. And once opened… well. The real question isn’t how to walk through it, it’s whether she can ever close it again.
And then there’s August Hale. *Sigh*. I am nothing if not predictable, and yes, I love a dark, brooding, somewhat cursed MMC who looks like he hasn’t slept since 1843. The hot and cold, will they won't they tension felt like two magnets repeatedly slamming together and ripping apart, leaving behind that exquisite ache that is half frustration, half obsession. And the yearning? *Chef’s kiss.*
Quick side note because it deserves one: Marcus. Absolute standout. LGBT representation, West Indies roots, and effortlessly compelling. I loved all the side characters, but he was my favourite by far. And Nix… listen. I wasn’t supposed to want him almost as much as August, but here we are. No regrets.
This is not a book you casually skim while half distracted or knee deep in brain fog. It demands your attention and rewards it. Lectures pose questions like “What makes a devil?” with answers such as "rebellion, ambition, desire" and then reminds us these are traits society teaches us to fear, especially in women. There’s a strong undercurrent here that brought to mind the idea that when men become spiritual they’re called religious, but when women do, they’re called witches. If that doesn’t spark interest and curiosity, the steadily unfolding mystery absolutely will.
In terms of pacing, this is a true slow burn. Slower than my usual taste, if I’m honest. But curiosity (and my undeniable attachment to August) kept me turning pages. By the halfway point, I was fully attuned to its rhythm, struggling to put it down, giggling, swooning, and occasionally yelling “just kiss already” at the page. Turns out the slow burn knew exactly what it was doing.
And then… the ending. Without trying to give anything away. Consequences hit hard and fate is difficult to escape, and it all feels perfectly in step with the old school gothic heart beating beneath the story. This is the kind of book that lingers. The kind that makes you stare into space afterward, reflecting, replaying, wanting just a little more even though you were given enough.
Dark, clever, seductive, and quietly ferocious. This book didn’t just entertain me. It bewitched me. Will you let it bewitch you too?