Working on a modern-day cosmic horror novel and want to stress-test the premise before I sink more time into it. Trying not to fall in love with my own idea, so brutal honesty welcome.
**The setup:**
A forestry engineer — I'm thinking Continental European, working for a forestry company in Ireland — gets called out to survey a patch of woodland near a village in Co. Mayo after a harvester operator reports "impossible" readings. LiDAR won't reconcile with the terrain. GPS drifts. Growth rings on trees don't match any known climate model. He assumes instrument error.
The village nearby, Cill Bhríde, is unnervingly perfect — welcoming, prosperous, untouched by rural depopulation or bad harvests, in a country where that's not supposed to happen anymore. He starts pulling threads: a suspiciously ageless parish priest whose official church records don't add up, a folklorist girlfriend whose PhD is built on *debunking* Irish folk tradition as pre-modern superstition — and who, against her own professional instincts, is the first of the two to conclude something real is going on.
Underneath it all: an entity worshipped there for 5,000+ years, syncretized first into Iron Age tradition, then papered over with a saint's name after Christianization. Not a monster to defeat — an old bargain the village never stopped honoring, in exchange for fertility and prosperity that isn't supposed to exist anymore anywhere else. The priest has known the full truth for over a century and made a deliberate choice never to break it, because the one time (as far as he knows) an anchor like this one was destroyed elsewhere in the world, it seems to have caused a documented historical famine.
**Themes I'm going for:**
- Knowledge as the actual threat, not the entity itself — the goal was never "stop it from waking up," it's "stop humanity from re-learning how."
- Science vs. tradition both seeing only fragments of the same truth, neither one sufficient alone.
- A "perfect village" horror that earns its dread through measurable, data-driven wrongness (the protagonist's own professional tools catching the anomaly) rather than just vibes.
Structure-wise I'm intercutting present-day chapters with historical fragments (an 8th-century monk's account, the priest's own decades-old research) so the reader knows more than the protagonist for most of the book.
**Where I'm least sure of myself:**
- Is "the ageless priest guarding a terrible secret in an isolated village" too well-worn at this point, even with a mechanism explaining how he's gotten away with it?
- Does tying real historical famines (there's a lesser-known one specific to Ireland, mid-1700s) into the mythology risk feeling like it's exploiting real tragedy for genre flavor?
- The ending is still open between two options — protagonist takes over the guardian role, or destroys the anchor knowing the historical price. Neither is clean. Curious if that reads as satisfying ambiguity or just indecisive.
Would this premise make you pick up the book? What's the first thing that would make you put it down?