Childhood’s Hour: The Lost Desert by E.E. Glass unfolds in a dark and unnerving world where memory, identity, and survival constantly collide. At its heart is Loste, a man who emerges from the mysterious Fray with no clear past, only fear and a desperate drive forward. He stumbles into a land of sapphire sands, uncanny creatures, and strange sentient companions like Nadhez, whose furred presence and bound loyalty blur the line between guide and hallucination. The novel draws heavily on the clash between what is real and what is illusion, blending cosmic dread with intimate moments of connection. Every page balances wonder against horror, and every encounter threatens to dissolve into the static haze of madness.

The prose is lush, almost dreamlike, yet it never lingers too long on beauty without reminding me of the lurking terror beneath. I felt caught in the same paranoia as Loste, scanning every moment for the telltale crackle of the Fray. That immersion was brilliant, though it sometimes left me exhausted, like I had trudged through the dunes alongside him. The rhythm of fear and relief, tension and stillness, worked on me in waves, and I admired how the author never let comfort last for long.

What I liked most was how human the book felt despite its alien setting. Loste’s fractured identity, his mistrust of others, and his fragile hope for connection all hit me in the gut. Nadhez, with his easy laughter and sharp teeth, became a figure I wanted to trust, even when I doubted his reality. The dynamic between them gave me flashes of warmth, then snatched it away with reminders of cruelty and despair. That tension felt real, and it left me questioning my own instinct to trust. I also appreciated the playful absurdity woven through, the honking seal pup, the comic relief of bodily mishaps, which gave the darkness a sharper contrast.

Childhood’s Hour is not a book for the faint of heart. For readers who enjoy strange, surreal fantasy that bends toward horror while still offering moments of raw human tenderness, it is unforgettable. I’d recommend it to readers who like their fiction unsettling and immersive, who don’t mind being disoriented, and who find beauty in the uncanny.

Pages: 550