"Beyond the snowed-in trees, just over these hills, lay an unknowable compass of tundra, a tapestry of whites and grays. Everywhere the living cold. Like grief, cold is an absence that takes up space. Winter wants the soul and bores into the body to get it."Wolves have come for the children of Keelu...
I didn't really have any expectations coming into this book, which may have made the experience that much better. The whole thing came as somewhat of a surprise. The way Charlie Homar speaks and writes is melodramatic, verbose, often pretty funny. The novel mirrors his serialized memoirs that he w...