The nondescript Sebastian Pana lives in the margins of a remote Arctic community. “To the naked eye, I am an elderly man, at the edge of town, constantly chopping wood, planting strange bushes and flowers when the ground isn’t frozen, a smile and a wave as hunters pass by with their kills.” In reality, though, Sebastian is a sin-eater, a shaman who helps the unsettled dead pass over to the other side. It’s a lonely existence, and one that ages him rapidly, but he’s made a friend in Kallik, the boy who helps him with his garden. Then something different—a new kind of evil—appears in his frozen home. Sebastian does what he can to keep it from destroying the unsuspecting community around him, but does he still have the strength? And, if not, who will take his place? Meanwhile, a “mother of monsters” stalks the land, a sentient beast mating with otherworldly creatures and bearing unearthly children. Thomas excels at summoning nightmarish images, as vivid as they are stark: “When I look out the back window, the praying form that I left kneeling in the ice and snow has been torn to shreds,” Sebastian narrates. “Blood stains the snow in the dim moonlight, as limbs are scattered in the clearing, up the trail, and off into the woods, long smears and bloodstains that appear black in the darkness.” The most terrifying aspects of the novel, however, stem from its strange, shifting structure, which never quite allows the reader to find firm footing. This is not the conventional sort of horror novel in which something monstrous intrudes upon a recognizable reality; instead, the very fabric of Thomas’ world is fragile and subject to reorganization. Fans of Brian Evenson will enjoy—and perhaps cower from—this cold-weather tale.
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