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A review by julie_embleton
Priory by Becky Wright
5.0
‘That sweep of the clock hands when the winter afternoon yawns into twilight. Afore the thickness and concealment of evening and the inevitable nightfall, when the Priory’s rooms are dressed in vague light blurred at the edges. Silhouettes hover, and apparitions dance with the dust. Those that hide by the light step out of the shadows. Hardacre Priory inhales, filling its chamber lungs and hall veins with the consciousness of the past. The dead rise and the living fall prey . . . or become hunters.’
Priory is an exquisitely spooky read from the first page to the last. It will shower you with goosebumps, conjure movements from the corners of your room, and make you flinch at every innocuous shadow. Foreboding hits you from the beginning, and as a fan of Wright’s work, I knew those portents would take deadly form.
Wright slowly reveals the history behind the Hardacres reign in Priory, teasing with whiffs of the horror played out within its possessed walls. Oliver Hardacre’s torment has solid foundations, and while I really wanted to know exactly why he dreaded his return home, I also really didn’t. But Wright lures the reader in, dangling hope and promise, even though the chance of either seems impossible.
Don’t expect to pick up this book and read just a few chapters at a time; it’s impossible. With Wright’s evocative writing, the descent into horror, and the plight of her characters, you’ll be hooked right in. As the first in this series, I didn’t suffer the usual sadness when I reached the end of Priory. I’m as reluctant as I am hungry to see where Wright takes the Hardacre family in the next instalment.
Beautifully written, perfectly creepy and deliciously more-ish, Priory gets a spectre-tacular five stars.
Priory is an exquisitely spooky read from the first page to the last. It will shower you with goosebumps, conjure movements from the corners of your room, and make you flinch at every innocuous shadow. Foreboding hits you from the beginning, and as a fan of Wright’s work, I knew those portents would take deadly form.
Wright slowly reveals the history behind the Hardacres reign in Priory, teasing with whiffs of the horror played out within its possessed walls. Oliver Hardacre’s torment has solid foundations, and while I really wanted to know exactly why he dreaded his return home, I also really didn’t. But Wright lures the reader in, dangling hope and promise, even though the chance of either seems impossible.
Don’t expect to pick up this book and read just a few chapters at a time; it’s impossible. With Wright’s evocative writing, the descent into horror, and the plight of her characters, you’ll be hooked right in. As the first in this series, I didn’t suffer the usual sadness when I reached the end of Priory. I’m as reluctant as I am hungry to see where Wright takes the Hardacre family in the next instalment.
Beautifully written, perfectly creepy and deliciously more-ish, Priory gets a spectre-tacular five stars.