Second paragraph of third chapter:

I did not know, then, that fear itself could take form, could become a tangible thing. That lesson lay ahead.

One of the leftovers from the 2023 Clarke Award submissions list which was obviously fantasy rather than sf, but I though might be worth hanging onto for later reading. Unfortunately it put me off at the very beginning, with an intense attempt to portray England in the 17th century which totally failed to convince me on many of the circumstantial details. I gave it fifty pages but no more. You can get The Leviathan here.