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I picked this up after seeing it recommended on Reels as medieval/religious horror, basically living in the same space as Between Two Fires. That book left a mark on me (in a wow, that was incredible but I don’t think I ever need to experience that again kind of way), so I figured I’d roll the dice on this one. Or cast lots? Idk.

The premise is strong, and within a few chapters I was locked in. There’s something deceptively simple about Starling’s writing style. short, almost stripped-down sentences, but it works. It gives the story this quiet, creeping momentum that fits the tone really well. It feels intimate. Personal. Almost gentle at times, which makes the darker elements hit harder.

The characters are another highlight. Their motivations feel grounded, even when the world around them starts getting… not so grounded. You understand why they make the choices they do, even when things spiral.

But here’s where it gets a little weird. When the Saints show up, the book takes a sharp turn into something I genuinely wasn’t expecting. I’ve read a decent amount of horror, but I don’t think I’ve ever read something that blends religious dread with this much sexual tension. At times, it straight-up borders on bisexual erotica. Not necessarily a bad thing, but definitely not what I was expecting going in.

It creates this strange push-pull feeling. On one hand, it’s unsettling and unique. On the other, it caught me off guard enough that I wasn’t always sure how I felt about it.

End result: It’s unique. It’s unsettling in its own way. And it’s definitely going to stick with me.

Would I recommend it? …carefully. Probably not to most of my friends in real life.

But hey, this is Reddit. We’re all anonymous here.

If medieval religious horror with a heavy dose of sexual tension sounds like your thing, then yeah, you should absolutely give it a taste. After all, it’s eat, or be eaten…

I picked this up after seeing it recommended on Reels as medieval/religious horror, basically living in the same space as Between Two Fires. That book left a mark on me (in a wow, that was incredible but I don’t think I ever need to experience that again kind of way), so I figured I’d roll the dice on this one. Or cast lots? Idk.

The premise is strong, and within a few chapters I was locked in. There’s something deceptively simple about Starling’s writing style. short, almost stripped-down sentences, but it works. It gives the story this quiet, creeping momentum that fits the tone really well. It feels intimate. Personal. Almost gentle at times, which makes the darker elements hit harder.

The characters are another highlight. Their motivations feel grounded, even when the world around them starts getting… not so grounded. You understand why they make the choices they do, even when things spiral.

But here’s where it gets a little weird. When the Saints show up, the book takes a sharp turn into something I genuinely wasn’t expecting. I’ve read a decent amount of horror, but I don’t think I’ve ever read something that blends religious dread with this much sexual tension. At times, it straight-up borders on bisexual erotica. Not necessarily a bad thing, but definitely not what I was expecting going in.

It creates this strange push-pull feeling. On one hand, it’s unsettling and unique. On the other, it caught me off guard enough that I wasn’t always sure how I felt about it.

End result: It’s unique. It’s unsettling in its own way. And it’s definitely going to stick with me.

Would I recommend it? …carefully. Probably not to most of my friends in real life.

But hey, this is Reddit. We’re all anonymous here.

If medieval religious horror with a heavy dose of sexual tension sounds like your thing, then yeah, you should absolutely give it a taste. After all, it’s eat, or be eaten…

I picked this up after seeing it recommended on Reels as medieval/religious horror, basically living in the same space as Between Two Fires. That book left a mark on me (in a wow, that was incredible but I don’t think I ever need to experience that again kind of way), so I figured I’d roll the dice on this one. Or cast lots? Idk.

The premise is strong, and within a few chapters I was locked in. There’s something deceptively simple about Starling’s writing style. short, almost stripped-down sentences, but it works. It gives the story this quiet, creeping momentum that fits the tone really well. It feels intimate. Personal. Almost gentle at times, which makes the darker elements hit harder.

The characters are another highlight. Their motivations feel grounded, even when the world around them starts getting… not so grounded. You understand why they make the choices they do, even when things spiral.

But here’s where it gets a little weird. When the Saints show up, the book takes a sharp turn into something I genuinely wasn’t expecting. I’ve read a decent amount of horror, but I don’t think I’ve ever read something that blends religious dread with this much sexual tension. At times, it straight-up borders on bisexual erotica. Not necessarily a bad thing, but definitely not what I was expecting going in.

It creates this strange push-pull feeling. On one hand, it’s unsettling and unique. On the other, it caught me off guard enough that I wasn’t always sure how I felt about it.

End result: It’s unique. It’s unsettling in its own way. And it’s definitely going to stick with me.

Would I recommend it? …carefully. Probably not to most of my friends in real life.

But hey, this is Reddit. We’re all anonymous here.

If medieval religious horror with a heavy dose of sexual tension sounds like your thing, then yeah, you should absolutely give it a taste. After all, it’s eat, or be eaten…

I picked this up after seeing it recommended on Reels as medieval/religious horror, basically living in the same space as Between Two Fires. That book left a mark on me (in a wow, that was incredible but I don’t think I ever need to experience that again kind of way), so I figured I’d roll the dice on this one. Or cast lots? Idk.

The premise is strong, and within a few chapters I was locked in. There’s something deceptively simple about Starling’s writing style. short, almost stripped-down sentences, but it works. It gives the story this quiet, creeping momentum that fits the tone really well. It feels intimate. Personal. Almost gentle at times, which makes the darker elements hit harder.

The characters are another highlight. Their motivations feel grounded, even when the world around them starts getting… not so grounded. You understand why they make the choices they do, even when things spiral.

But here’s where it gets a little weird. When the Saints show up, the book takes a sharp turn into something I genuinely wasn’t expecting. I’ve read a decent amount of horror, but I don’t think I’ve ever read something that blends religious dread with this much sexual tension. At times, it straight-up borders on bisexual erotica. Not necessarily a bad thing, but definitely not what I was expecting going in.

It creates this strange push-pull feeling. On one hand, it’s unsettling and unique. On the other, it caught me off guard enough that I wasn’t always sure how I felt about it.

End result: It’s unique. It’s unsettling in its own way. And it’s definitely going to stick with me.

Would I recommend it? …carefully. Probably not to most of my friends in real life.

But hey, this is Reddit. We’re all anonymous here.

If medieval religious horror with a heavy dose of sexual tension sounds like your thing, then yeah, you should absolutely give it a taste. After all, it’s eat, or be eaten…

I picked up King Sorrow after seeing it randomly recommended on Reels, knowing absolutely nothing about it or the author. No expectations, no spoilers, no warnings. And that might’ve been the best way to go in.

This book completely caught me off guard. Im
Not sure what I was expecting, but I got something darker, rawer, and way more emotionally brutal than I anticipated. It doesn’t ease you in. It just kind of grabs you by the collar and drags you through it.

What really hooked me was how quickly the characters pulled me in. The story jumps between multiple perspectives and spans decades, which could’ve felt messy, but instead it made everything feel bigger, heavier… more real. You see how choices ripple, how damage lingers. It’s not just a story, it’s a slow unraveling.

The plot twists and references to other points earlier in the book were masterfully executed. One twist completely blindsided me, especially with what happened to Arthur. He was easily my favorite character, and I’m still not over it. I love when a twist actually lands like that instead of feeling predictable or forced.

Also, Gwen deserved better. Full stop.

What I really respect about this book is how unapologetically flawed the characters are. Nobody feels clean or heroic in the traditional sense. They’re messy, tragic, sometimes frustrating, but still beautifully written. This felt like a good introduction to Joe Hill.

Overall, King Sorrow ended up being one of those reads that sticks with you a little longer than expected. Not because it’s comforting, but because it isn’t. It’s deeper and more raw and more real than that.

I picked up King Sorrow after seeing it randomly recommended on Reels, knowing absolutely nothing about it or the author. No expectations, no spoilers, no warnings. And that might’ve been the best way to go in.

This book completely caught me off guard. Im
Not sure what I was expecting, but I got something darker, rawer, and way more emotionally brutal than I anticipated. It doesn’t ease you in. It just kind of grabs you by the collar and drags you through it.

What really hooked me was how quickly the characters pulled me in. The story jumps between multiple perspectives and spans decades, which could’ve felt messy, but instead it made everything feel bigger, heavier… more real. You see how choices ripple, how damage lingers. It’s not just a story, it’s a slow unraveling.

The plot twists and references to other points earlier in the book were masterfully executed. One twist completely blindsided me, especially with what happened to Arthur. He was easily my favorite character, and I’m still not over it. I love when a twist actually lands like that instead of feeling predictable or forced.

Also, Gwen deserved better. Full stop.

What I really respect about this book is how unapologetically flawed the characters are. Nobody feels clean or heroic in the traditional sense. They’re messy, tragic, sometimes frustrating, but still beautifully written. This felt like a good introduction to Joe Hill.

Overall, King Sorrow ended up being one of those reads that sticks with you a little longer than expected. Not because it’s comforting, but because it isn’t. It’s deeper and more raw and more real than that.

I picked up King Sorrow after seeing it randomly recommended on Reels, knowing absolutely nothing about it or the author. No expectations, no spoilers, no warnings. And that might’ve been the best way to go in.

This book completely caught me off guard. Im
Not sure what I was expecting, but I got something darker, rawer, and way more emotionally brutal than I anticipated. It doesn’t ease you in. It just kind of grabs you by the collar and drags you through it.

What really hooked me was how quickly the characters pulled me in. The story jumps between multiple perspectives and spans decades, which could’ve felt messy, but instead it made everything feel bigger, heavier… more real. You see how choices ripple, how damage lingers. It’s not just a story, it’s a slow unraveling.

The plot twists and references to other points earlier in the book were masterfully executed. One twist completely blindsided me, especially with what happened to Arthur. He was easily my favorite character, and I’m still not over it. I love when a twist actually lands like that instead of feeling predictable or forced.

Also, Gwen deserved better. Full stop.

What I really respect about this book is how unapologetically flawed the characters are. Nobody feels clean or heroic in the traditional sense. They’re messy, tragic, sometimes frustrating, but still beautifully written. This felt like a good introduction to Joe Hill.

Overall, King Sorrow ended up being one of those reads that sticks with you a little longer than expected. Not because it’s comforting, but because it isn’t. It’s deeper and more raw and more real than that.

Ever since reading The Child Thief by Brom, I’ve had this itch to go back to the original story. And as expected, this is absolutely a much darker tale than the Disney version. The Walt Disney Company really leaned hard into whimsy and childhood wonder. The book? Not so much. There’s wonder here has a barbed hook. (Pun intended)

Peter himself is unsettling. He’s not the carefree, harmless boy we’re used to. He’s self-absorbed, forgetful in a way that borders on cruel, and has almost no real empathy. Peter is a murderer. And yet, I couldn’t look away. There’s something fascinating about him. like trying to understand a mind that simply doesn’t work the way yours does. He feels less like a hero and more like a force of nature: chaotic, charming, and just a little dangerous. That’s what makes him so well-written; you don’t necessarily like him, but you’re completely hooked on figuring him out.

One of the things that surprised me most was the narration style. J. M. Barrie writes like he’s sitting by a fireplace, telling this story directly to a room full of children. Except every so often, he slips in something that feels like it was meant for the adults quietly listening in the back. It’s playful, but there’s a depth underneath it. Almost like the story knows something you don’t.

And then there’s Captain Hook. Probably the most misunderstood character in the whole book. Yeah, he’s dramatic. Yeah, he’d absolutely benefit from therapy (no argument there). But there’s also something deeply human about him. His obsession with “good form,” his pride, his insecurities, they make him feel oddly grounded compared to Peter. You start to see him less as a villain and more as someone clinging desperately to structure in a world that refuses to have any.

As for that comparison Barrie makes, Hook is said to have attended Eton, which was one of England’s most elite schools. The implication is that he represents the polished, upper-class British gentleman… possibly even a subtle jab at that entire social class. Some readers think Barrie was poking fun at the rigid, performative nature of that upbringing, turning it into something almost tragic when placed in Neverland’s chaos.

He also compared Hook to a certain someone. He didn’t mention who though. I think this is an inside joke that only people of that time and culture would get. Anybody know who he was referring to? Thanks.

Overall, I really enjoyed this book. It’s one of those stories everyone thinks they know, but the original hits completely differently. If nothing else, it’s worth reading at least once just to see how far the adaptations drifted from the source

Ever since reading The Child Thief by Brom, I’ve had this itch to go back to the original story. And as expected, this is absolutely a much darker tale than the Disney version. The Walt Disney Company really leaned hard into whimsy and childhood wonder. The book? Not so much. There’s wonder here has a barbed hook. (Pun intended)

Peter himself is unsettling. He’s not the carefree, harmless boy we’re used to. He’s self-absorbed, forgetful in a way that borders on cruel, and has almost no real empathy. Peter is a murderer. And yet, I couldn’t look away. There’s something fascinating about him. like trying to understand a mind that simply doesn’t work the way yours does. He feels less like a hero and more like a force of nature: chaotic, charming, and just a little dangerous. That’s what makes him so well-written; you don’t necessarily like him, but you’re completely hooked on figuring him out.

One of the things that surprised me most was the narration style. J. M. Barrie writes like he’s sitting by a fireplace, telling this story directly to a room full of children. Except every so often, he slips in something that feels like it was meant for the adults quietly listening in the back. It’s playful, but there’s a depth underneath it. Almost like the story knows something you don’t.

And then there’s Captain Hook. Probably the most misunderstood character in the whole book. Yeah, he’s dramatic. Yeah, he’d absolutely benefit from therapy (no argument there). But there’s also something deeply human about him. His obsession with “good form,” his pride, his insecurities, they make him feel oddly grounded compared to Peter. You start to see him less as a villain and more as someone clinging desperately to structure in a world that refuses to have any.

As for that comparison Barrie makes, Hook is said to have attended Eton, which was one of England’s most elite schools. The implication is that he represents the polished, upper-class British gentleman… possibly even a subtle jab at that entire social class. Some readers think Barrie was poking fun at the rigid, performative nature of that upbringing, turning it into something almost tragic when placed in Neverland’s chaos.

He also compared Hook to a certain someone. He didn’t mention who though. I think this is an inside joke that only people of that time and culture would get. Anybody know who he was referring to? Thanks.

Overall, I really enjoyed this book. It’s one of those stories everyone thinks they know, but the original hits completely differently. If nothing else, it’s worth reading at least once just to see how far the adaptations drifted from the source

Ever since reading The Child Thief by Brom, I’ve had this itch to go back to the original story. And as expected, this is absolutely a much darker tale than the Disney version. The Walt Disney Company really leaned hard into whimsy and childhood wonder. The book? Not so much. There’s wonder here has a barbed hook. (Pun intended)

Peter himself is unsettling. He’s not the carefree, harmless boy we’re used to. He’s self-absorbed, forgetful in a way that borders on cruel, and has almost no real empathy. Peter is a murderer. And yet, I couldn’t look away. There’s something fascinating about him. like trying to understand a mind that simply doesn’t work the way yours does. He feels less like a hero and more like a force of nature: chaotic, charming, and just a little dangerous. That’s what makes him so well-written; you don’t necessarily like him, but you’re completely hooked on figuring him out.

One of the things that surprised me most was the narration style. J. M. Barrie writes like he’s sitting by a fireplace, telling this story directly to a room full of children. Except every so often, he slips in something that feels like it was meant for the adults quietly listening in the back. It’s playful, but there’s a depth underneath it. Almost like the story knows something you don’t.

And then there’s Captain Hook. Probably the most misunderstood character in the whole book. Yeah, he’s dramatic. Yeah, he’d absolutely benefit from therapy (no argument there). But there’s also something deeply human about him. His obsession with “good form,” his pride, his insecurities, they make him feel oddly grounded compared to Peter. You start to see him less as a villain and more as someone clinging desperately to structure in a world that refuses to have any.

As for that comparison Barrie makes, Hook is said to have attended Eton, which was one of England’s most elite schools. The implication is that he represents the polished, upper-class British gentleman… possibly even a subtle jab at that entire social class. Some readers think Barrie was poking fun at the rigid, performative nature of that upbringing, turning it into something almost tragic when placed in Neverland’s chaos.

He also compared Hook to a certain someone. He didn’t mention who though. I think this is an inside joke that only people of that time and culture would get. Anybody know who he was referring to? Thanks.

Overall, I really enjoyed this book. It’s one of those stories everyone thinks they know, but the original hits completely differently. If nothing else, it’s worth reading at least once just to see how far the adaptations drifted from the source.