“Strange, the powers you find sometimes, in a garden at the end of the road.”

Maybe the real horror elements were the family members we made along the way.

This was my third T. Kingfisher book and my least favorite, which is impressive because this was still good. It dragged on a bit and bored me at times, but it was still a well-crafted horror book with a strong focus on familial trauma - which really appeals to me as a reader.

(Please note that there are quite a few triggers in this book, but I am tired and still sick so didn't feel like typing them all out.)

Overall, I liked this and I'm glad I read it, but it won't be one I revisit.