As a sequel to What Moves the Dead, What Feasts at Night had some big shoes to fill—and while it didn’t capture quite the same magic for me, it was still an alright read. The atmosphere was still there, that creeping sense of unease Kingfisher does so well, but something about it felt a little less… sharp?
The pacing was fine, the characters were interesting enough, and I was definitely curious to see where the story would go. It just didn’t grab me as fully as the first one. Maybe it’s because What Moves the Dead was such a perfect blend of gothic weirdness and unsettling body horror that this one felt like it was following in its shadow a bit too much.
That being said, it’s still a solid 4 stars. It’s well-written, has plenty of atmosphere, and if you liked the first book, it’s definitely worth a read. It just might not linger in my mind the way What Moves the Dead did.