Came for the lesbian werewolves and stayed for the absolute masterpiece of storytelling. Knight weaves a full-throttle story that never stops and I was so in for the ride.
This visceral tale has such a black comedy vibe. The characters are so unapologetically real and it’s impossible not to be invested in them from the get go. Bianca is so relatable and being in her head is a joyful adventure. Navigating her family life, new attractions, and the looming threat of unbelievable monsters…it’s intense and brutal and beautiful all at once.
Knight’s narrative style is like music, gorgeous to read and swept me up in how raw it was. Rarely do I get so excited about first-person POV but this book hits it exactly right with passages of thought that make me feel like I’m experiencing everything with every sense.
I could wax poetic for hours about how awesome this book is but I don’t want to spoil a single thing. It’s for horror fans, supernatural fans, small-town drama fans, thriller fans, fans of a good solid story that will make your jaw drop. Jump on the Feverchain train.
Feverchain by MA Knight has been something of a craze on Substack, and I binged it almost as soon as it was finished. The plot is interesting and developed, and the characters are outstanding. I really liked the half chapters that switched perspectives, they did a great job at showcasing that excellent character work. I was expecting Feverchain to read like Twilight but with more ~sauce~. It’s not that. I don’t know if this makes sense but, Twilight felt like it was written at a target audience. This felt like it was written by someone tired of being the target audience.
i loveeeeeee FEVERCHAIN!! i want a shirt and a hat and a bumper sticker and a tramp stamp. i casted azzi fudd and paige beuckers as the leads in my head. i was resentful of twilight and its copycats and romance in general when i was a tween bc i didn’t have whatever it was that made my friends like it which made me feel left out and scared of why that was (lesbianism). i unfortunately carried that into adulthood and have hated romance as a genre even though i love love!! thank god for writers like MA Knight. this book is a beautiful tale of true love that makes your life kind of hard and makes stuff weird with your family and even if you and the moody butch you’re dating have bigger fish to fry than the power of love it sure doesn’t feel like it. there’s blood and entrails all over the place and love has made you melodramatic and uncharacteristically selfless. it’s an awesome book that has fun with werewolf romance without making fun of it. can’t wait for my copy to come in.
Omg!! This book had me hooked, every chapter wanting more. I loved the humor, gore, and everything in between. M A Knight is a talent we need to support and encourage, cannot wait til my copy gets here. In short, READ THIS BOOK!!
So first of all, I have to recognize that as a senior cis-het male who resides outside the US, I'm pretty far away from the target demographic of this work. And though I'm pretty open to work of all styles and genres, the particular idiom of the young North American isn't my native language and there are times when I feel I need a translator.
An example: early on in the narrative a character receives a phone call and we're told that "the caller ID shot cortisol into his veins." What does that mean? Is he happy? Afraid? Embarrassed? Not knowing the effect of every hormone on the affective matrix of the human subject, I'm at a loss. Of course the narrator could have specified an emotion using old-style adjectives, but that wouldn't be authentically Gen-Z, would it? So off I scurry to find out the endocrinology of cortisol...
It's precisely for this reason that I held off from reading this book for so long: either I discover that I'm out of it, left behind on the scrap-heap of generational irrelevance, or else I discover that I'm cool, hip, hangin' with the kids - and I don't know which would be worse. But it was wrong of me to pigeonhole this work in that way, because it far and away transcends its demographic slot to produce a story of genuine power, both hugely entertaining as a genre piece and offering a truly moving story of love and sacrifice. It's far more than just a youth lesbian queer horror romance, is what I'm saying. It actually is important literature.
Not that it's perfect. There are some minor flaws in how the main character Bianca comes across at first. She's twenty-six, and when she encounters (or re-encounters to be exact) her love interest Gwen she immediately and unreservedly feels a surge of attraction and lust for the young woman. Yet nobody around her knows she's lesbian, and she's apparently had no relationships of any kind since she left school. By my reading of human sexuality, one doesn't go from zero to a hundred like that; I would expect some hesitancy from this apparently inexperienced person as she encounters her true sexual orientation.
This early wobble aside, the relationship develops strongly and with great conviction and passion. The heat of young love and lust becomes indistinguishable from the lycanthropic "fever" of the title. And soon we are in the midst of a relationship that has more than the usual amount of obstacles in its way.
We're in the middle of a werewolf love story by now. And this is where the story really revs up to its powerful best. The genre expectations of queer horror-romance-erotica can be in themselves a little silly, with other stories in this mode being overwhelmed with immense swathes of goofy lore taken extremely solemnly. A different approach sees the narrative becoming extremely sly and unserious, everything becoming a quirky adventure expressed as a self-conscious wink to the trope of queer being monster and vice-versa.
But here the author takes the predicament completely seriously - as the deep concern of one lover for the well-being of another - while never either becoming entangled in jumbled masses of lycanthropy lore or completely losing that ironic-flippant tone characteristic of their generation. It simply becomes the story of a young woman's passion and dedication for her lover and her desperate struggle to save her from... herself? From the restrictions of family? Social roles?
However one chooses to interpret the lycanthropy at the centre of the story - as an imprisoning or a liberating condition, as a glorious difference from the norm or as a savage Othering - the story takes this condition and runs with it, intensely, as a wolf might run through a forest in the light of the moon.
If like me you might be put off from the buying and reading this novel because the genre of horror-romance isn't your regular thing, or because you're not queer enough, or not young enough, or not down-home American enough, put aside your reservations and grab a copy.
You WILL become absorbed in the story of modest homebody Bianca and her encounter with love and werewolfdom. You WILL be touched and thrilled by the story as it threads through the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. And you WILL fall victim to contagion by the fever, perhaps even become part of that feverchain which has entangled all of us readers so far.
Feverchain can best be summed up as pleasantly surprising. When someone pitches you a contemporary Horror-Romance about lesbian werewolves, you might scoff and expect that you’re about to read a goofy, campy piece of work but that really isn’t the case here as the execution of this novel is so clean, the story so tight, the horror so gruesome, and the romance so steamy that you can’t help but become hopelessly invested.
The blending of Horror and Romance is a fine line to walk, but Knight clearly knows what she’s about. The romance between Bianca and Gwen hits you like a slap to the chops, bringing all the smiles over how freaking adorable they are at the onset, and maintaining that energy as things begin to go sideways for our heroines. You can’t help but root for these two, their easy chemistry enviable throughout; flirting shamelessly in public and indulging in one another with feverish fervor when they're alone—even as they face dangers from all sides and endure bloody traumas together. But whether the scene is carnal or carnage (or both!), Knight spares no details. If you’re counting on things fading to black at any point, you’ve come to the wrong place.
Circling back to genre blending, I noted that Horror and Romance are tricky to combine, but let’s add to the soup and say that Feverchain can also comfortably slide into a third genre: Comedy. As much as this book has heaps of gory entrails piled atop steamy, mushy romance, it’s also ridiculously hilarious—And not just funny in a nervous-that-I-might-die-horribly sort of way. There’s a delicate, volatile mixture in this novel that is impressively executed, blending the genres without bleeding them together. Feverchain nails every tonal shift between the three genres and does so it at speeds that could give you whiplash with how fast you’re switching between the heartwarming, the hysterical, and the horrific. But, of course, to execute maneuvers like that you need to have the characters for it.
BUT HAVE NO FEAR! The character work absolutely shines in this story. I remarked directly to the author that Bianca is the kind of person I would be friends with, and it’s true. Horrific happenstances notwithstanding, she seems like she’s a good hang; a bit jaded, a tad timid, and just kind of a goober, but she’s also insightful, perceptive, and funny in that sardonic way that tickles you. She wears her heart on her sleeve and faces the world with a brave grimace regardless of how hopelessly out of her depth she is, which makes her a great foil to Gwen’s hard-headed, driven, impulsive, stubborn, and occasionally monstrous demeanour. Everyone loves an odd couple, right? And there aren’t many odder than these two. They play well off not only one another, but all the other endearingly eccentric residents of Pinetown as they navigate circumstances that more often than not require violence over virtue.
Honestly, I have no critiques of this one. I read and reviewed Feverchain while it was still available for free from the author's Substack, and now that it is going into print I have the privilege of continuing to sing the praises of this absolute banger of a novel. It’s unexpected and bittersweet, captivating and exciting, and earns every chuckle, gag, or swoon.
Feverchain has a killer premise: lesbian werewolves, a small-town setting, body horror, lust, and a family that thrives on power.
The horror and the romance are the real thing in the book. The body-transformation scenes display a grotesque, mechanical imagination. The main relationship has genuine heat and heart, and real tenderness under it. The plot moves, and oh, it moves well. It has that pulp-lit momentum, the kind that turns pages.
So that’s what’s good.
Now the not-so-good.
The voice is both the engine of the novel and its problem.
Bianca narrates in a jittery, present-tense, aside-heavy register. Many lines of dialogue are packed with internal commentary, nervous business, ellipses, or a joke. And it kinda works most of the time, since it’s how the book shows her anxiety and delivers its deadpan comedy. When it works, it’s all remarkable.
But it runs at more or less one setting for 150-plus pages, with little modulation. It was an exhausting read for me, though, in principle, it should have been easy.
The nervy density that works in tense scenes smothers the quieter ones. So across a whole novel, the effect isn’t confusion. It’s that there’s no rest; you almost never get to breathe. Lots of sentences have witty punchlines, but they can all compete with each other rhythmically.
You can see that the book can downshift, and it occasionally does at its emotional heights. There, the dialogue runs clean and hits twice as hard.
It just doesn’t always trust itself to do that. That’s the key problem.
The editing also allowed for a handful of slips that a harder line-editing pass could catch. In the first chapters, there are comma splices, ambiguity in dialogue attribution, and a few lexical oddities that let you stumble on the text more than you ought to.
Conclusion:
It’s a raw, ambitious indie horror novel. And at that, it’s a standout. As a finished novel, it wants a more aggressive line edit. That’s not to tame its voice, but to vary it, give readers room to breathe.
It’s got a strong concept, vivid imagination, and a real voice held back by totally fixable things. A very good debut nonetheless.
This book gets its teeth in you and pulls you through its crazy, steamy, blood-soaked story chapter by chapter. MA Knight has a raw, distinct voice that gives Feverchain a gritty tone while also retaining a sense of pulpy fun and irreverence. The story follows Bianca, an awkward woman in her twenties from New jersey, as an old acquaintance, Gwen, comes back into her life. The two strike up a friendship that blossoms into more as strange and violent events start going down around the Pine Barrens. As more gets revealed, the stakes raise and Bianca has to decide how important her relationship with Gwen when seemingly everything wants to tear them apart, be it morality, common-sense, or something supernatural. Feverchain had me salivating at the end of each chapter thinking, "Okay... just one more..." Knight’s blend of endearing characters, bloody action, eroticism and dark humor will have you struggling to put FEVERCHAIN down
This is one of those rare books that yanks your eyes down the page. Knight gives you a main character whose anxieties and fears become yours...and then she ratchets those up from the terrors of daily life to true terrors. She teases you constantly with resolution only to keep pulling until finally she lets you off the ride with a wild jolt and hunger for more.
FEVERCHAIN grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go. It's got everything: gore, body horror, sex, romance, complicated family relationships, and even some real laughs. I was surprised, engrossed, shocked, and rooting for Bianca and Gwen the entire time. 10/10 would recommend. I wish I could rate it higher than 5 stars.
I read this in its original form as a serial on Substack… Absolutely fantastic. Defies expectations on every level in the most effective way. Incredible depth of character—especially for its length. And the ending is fucking DEVASTATING. Don’t know if five is enough stars.
MA Knight has packed so much n this book, love and lust, sex and death, tenderness and gore. There’s humor and heart at its core. It’s packed with moments that were surprising. Absolutely worth the read.
Read it if you darewolf. Read it in a chairwolf. Read it for the scarewolf, or read it for the barewolf. Do you even carewolf? Why not buy a pairwolf? I love myself a werewolf.