It’s “Something Wicked this Way Comes” meets “The Golden Compass.”
Apparently, Ray Bradbury has been reborn in Saskatoon. Slade writes, uncannily, like Bradbury. The same lilting way a young boy has for walking across a field on a lazy summer Sunday afternoon. And Slade knows his Saskatchewan small town, his farming, the way the world looks so different from a boy living there. Slade also knows how to work magic — inviting us in, letting us smell its scent, and letting us yearn for more.
If you like Bradbury, if you like suspense, if you like magic, read this book.