Any aspirations that I had of scaling the side of a majestic mountain, to reach the summit if only to feel glacial air in my lungs or the earth’s pulse at my feet were quickly squashed by this spooky tale of woe. No desire now. Nope. I’m good, keeping these scaredy-boots at lower, safer elevations.
There are several passages that drone on, that wallow in madness, circles of narrative I could have done without, ones that I felt weakened the story which at the core is deliciously creepy. Overall I adore the melancholy prose and the threads of eerie suspense woven throughout. There are sentences, paragraphs, and passages that are unnecessary and cause the story to stall. A steak with a bit too much fat and gristle is still a steak, just a little harder to ingest.
I’d like to thank the author, NetGalley, and Macmillan-Tor/Forge, Tor Nightfire for allowing me to read an advanced copy of Echo for an honest review. 3.5 stars.
