This is my third Nevill book after The Ritual (loved) and The Vessel (ok). This one falls in between those two. It’s a fantastic premise and I really liked the narrator/protagonist and the children he teams up with. The aliens are super scary and creepy and there are plenty of classic horror novel jump scares. But the language of the book often leaned a little too flowery for me, like there was too much poemy exposition. The bones of the story were fantastic and I wish that he could have just stuck with that without delving into so many long winded descriptions of scenery. It certainly created a mood while reading, but I often found myself skimming over whole passages of description.