This is a hard, bloody, bitter, and deeply lyrical novel. Conceived as a “true story about vampires,” the book turned out to be anything but “vampire-like.” No, vampires are there. They live, suffer, love, hate, rejoice, kill, and die... But what’s far more interesting is what goes on around them—the things that happen to people, and to not-quite-people. Instead of a sword—an axe. Instead of magic—a solid piece of profanity. Painful and terrifying for everyone.
And to make the story more convincing, the author brings together “village” and “city” prose, mixes genres, and draws in a shroud of dread and mist. And when, by the end, all the riddles are solved, it no longer matters so much—because first and foremost, “The Night Watcher” is a novel about choosing the path.