I went into this collection not entirely sure what I’d find, and it turned out to be far stranger, more tangled, and far more supernatural than I expected. I thought the opening tale was going to veer into something sinister, only for it to drift into a mythical, almost ethereal direction. It set the tone in a way that left me curious but slightly unsure where the rest of the stories would lead.
What became clear as I moved through the book is that every story carries a streak of the uncanny. One moment, I was following a detective trying to find a missing child, and the next, I was knee-deep in something otherworldly. Some pieces were heartbreakingly bleak, others chaotic, and a few felt completely unrestrained. Story three, for example, is only eleven minutes long yet jumps around so quickly that the action loses impact — not helped by the author’s tendency to rush fight scenes. The characters didn’t always help either; the husband annoyed me, and Amy was a bit of a wet lettuce, especially when she clearly had time to make a sensible decision and didn’t.
Some of the longer stories dragged more than they needed to. One in particular felt as though it could have been trimmed, even though I liked the crossover with the earlier missing-child plot. The explanation of what “took” the child was interesting, but a four-year-old performing rituals single-handedly did stretch credulity. The Christmas mythology thread, however, was unexpectedly entertaining — I don’t think I’ve ever read anything that blends Santa, elves, and reindeer with this level of drama. The reindeer fights went on a bit, which made the later action feel repetitive, but I still enjoyed dipping into such a different version of the North Pole.
By the time I reached book six, the timelines and connections had become almost wild — centuries passing in one tale, a single year in another — yet I started to enjoy seeing how everything slotted together. It did make me wonder why the whole thing wasn’t simply packaged as one long novel rather than twelve broken segments. There were a couple of odd inclusions too, like a poem (I’m not a poem person) and a story that openly references another book the reader may not have encountered. The introduction actually primed me to feel lost, which didn’t help, and I never quite grasped what happened with Susie.
Some stories were better written than others. One of the final pieces had a smoother style and drew me back in, especially with its gentle message about believing again. The bonus story felt unnecessary —neither festive nor linked —and almost out of place after the rest of the collection.
Despite all the unevenness, I did find myself oddly invested. The weaves between tales were fun to spot, and the sheer unpredictability kept me turning pages. The main things that let the book down were the editing issues — missing words, typos, and occasionally clunky phrasing — plus the frantic pacing during action scenes.
All that said, I enjoyed the experience overall. It was unusual, sometimes baffling, sometimes touching, and undeniably memorable. I looked forward to seeing how each thread tied into the last, even when the journey felt a little bumpy. If you’re in the mood for something festive with a twist of the bizarre, this collection certainly delivers that.