"Laird Barron's carnivorous cosmos... Or perhaps it's more a conspiracy his cosmos draws you into than a digesting maw.
And rather than being absorbed as a nutrient, you may be absorbed into an older and more potent Form-your limbs and neck may grow rubbery and rather more elongate, and your new tree-toad fingers might enable you to crawl across ceilings, thence to peer down on old, still-mortal friends and acquaintances, studying them from many angles with your new stalked eyes.
Barron's cosmos is an omni-morph that can dragoon you whenever/ wherever it wants into its swarming, pullulating fabric. This, of course, is a simple Axiom of the reality we all share, every second of our lives, with our Universe: in that great Starry Engine, we all end as mulch, and then, as Other Things...."
4.5 out of 5