"Around her in the garish yellow train light faces were shadowed and withdrawn, indifference heightened by the deafening clatter of rain."
Maeve Brannan is successful in her conveyance of what emotion is felt ain a chapter or scene, and highly so, since she often gives descriptions of Anastasia's surroundings as if they credit her mood, suggest or cause it.
"Anastasia King rubbed a clear spot in her window and stared out, but in the rushing darkness only a few stray lights were discernable, blurred by the rain"
Brennan's prose is terse and exquisitely precise throughout. The Visitor is the work of a very meticulous hand. The dark gradient mood never wavers, and the pace of the novella is also perfect, creating a demure surface beneath which epic forces are played out.