
This was a low pick. It‘s another solid novella in the Singing Hills Cycle, a creepy little tale of famine, hunger, and power. But it ranks lower for me than the others. What I missed here was how the other books play more intricately with ideas of storytelling, making me examine and re-examine the perspectives of both storyteller & audience, and how stories twist & turn and reveal & conceal. Still: I‘m all in and will read the next in the series!
















