Good Monday, Mastodon! My review of Jas Treadwell's 'The Infernal Riddle of Thomas Peach', in which I praise the typography and narrative voice alike to the skies, is live on Nerds of a Feather.
Seriously, do not let this book escape your notice. It is a gothic delight.
The winds moan.
The inn shakes.
Footsteps echo above us.
Have the police found the killer?
Nature stills as if holding its breath.
I stare at my shivering guests
before the lights go out.
And the snow continues to fall.
After Elizabeth & her best friend buy a bed and breakfast in Maine, bodies fall under unusual circumstances. Can our heroines fight a curse killing everyone in sight?
Dark shadows descend
On a night that won't end.
Lightning splits the sky,
Where birds refuse to fly.
Run before it is too late
before you meet your fate.
A mansion rises from the mist.
Will I even be missed?
Vampires descend the stairs,
With their haughty stares.
There is nowhere to hide
From the demons' dark pride.
I dream of his footsteps in the night
When the moon shines its lone light.
But once the sun shines its morning light,
My secret lover is gone from sight.
Among the falling leaves coloring the landscape in warm shades of orange and red, a Native American curse returns to Maine. Can we fight this evil threatening to destroy our quaint town?
As the harbor explodes before me,
I glance back at David,
his face lit by the orange glow
of the shooting flames.
Before the curse can claim us,
David takes my hand, and we run.