“And he was looking across the room like an animal, right into my soul. His eyes shown, not with light but with a kind of wet darkness."
Oh yes, give me more Native American horror. This is horror with layers, not just monsters. What I liked best was the allegory of the poverty cycle: of fathers and sons, promises and lies, of magic and murder. There was so much there and it's just barely over a hundred pages.
I didn't enjoy all of it, dog villains, but it was good. Definitely an author I'll read again.
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