Few dark-fantasy debuts strike a balance between visceral horror and contemplative grace, yet The Fallen threads that needle with an almost unsettling poise. Eskel-once a simple farmhand, now transformed by the immortal Asa's reluctant gift of blood-who must navigate a landscape where mercy and predation share the same heartbeat.
The novel's greatest triumph lies in its intimacy. Scenes of Eskel learning to draw only minimal blood -and later consenting humans-are terrifying in premise yet tender in execution. Every drop of blood serves a narrative purpose, illuminating the characters' tightening bond and Eskel's gradual acceptance of an unwelcome destiny. The slow-burn pacing allows the reader to inhabit Eskel's awakening senses, from the amplified whisper of wind through birch leaves to the crushing silence.