Getting the point of view for both the protagonist and antagonist was cool at first, but now it feels like I’m waiting for the protagonist to figure out a mystery where the antagonist handed me the answer a hundred pages ago. It’s a particular kind of tension which I just don’t like, and which makes me too anxious to keep reading. I think what happened is that while both HOLD ME CLOSER, NECROMANCER and NECROMANCING THE STONE are horror, the first felt enough like a creature-feature for me to like it, while this one is designed to convey the slow creeping dread of a great horror movie where the audience put it together already and they watch, helplessly, as the protagonist(s) fumble because they just don’t know what’s causing everything. I think it does it well, it’s just doing very well a thing I can’t stand, so I’m stopping.