Reviewing the Pages: One Dark Summer Night

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The fairies are coming…the fairies are coming…

To kill us all.

It’s 1989. A small Midwestern college town with a history of strange sightings and hauntings. A summer intern program in the biology department that actually pays. And coworkers who don’t warn you about vivisection day…

Della Rae planned to keep her head down and work as many hours as she could get, while filling in the gaps with a lot of old sci-fi novels.

Her plan was interrupted by a sudden friendship with a townie student, a weird girl named Merc who shared Della Rae’s tastes in fiction. It was Merc who warned her not to go to the bio department that day…

Soon, there would be hell to pay for what happened in the bio department. And only Della Rae, Merc, and their friends can stop it from spreading.

I received this through a free download in exchange for an honest review.

In order to fully grasp the entire story of this novella, one must read it in one sitting. I didn’t, and I feel like I’ve missed a few details along the way. Which isn’t a bad thing. There are a lot of shifts around that I felt a little disjointed when getting back into the read, but at the same time, it helps the plot by having so many perspectives and shifts. There is a lot going on in this read, and for Della Ray, it’s one very long night. Well, technically this book covers a whole day, but still, the majority of the action takes place after the sun sets. It’s dark, a little bit creepy, and gives me some new fears about having creatures make random inanimate objects…animate (that, and skeletal zombie mutant creatures). Do take care when you read this one fellow readers; you may never come back.

Alright, so this book is a stand-in for my original planned read, “Soul Smuggler”, which was only a preview in the edition that I downloaded.  And I do not regret my choice.  Granted, I did have some struggles reconnecting some plot points together (like how Craig goes from random stranger guy to the new Lord of the Hunt), and some of the twists and turns makes me pause and think about how we got here.

However, those twists and turns make sense in this world.  This is kind of what I would imagine the information I would get if I were in Della Ray’s shoes.  An outsider to this world, getting thrust into the situation via an acquaintance come situational friend, I would be rather confused about all of the revelations coming at us left and right.  Even though I don’t like the whole “I’m not sure about this, but I’m accepting of this” that the characters go through, it just works in this story.  Don’t ask me how.  It could be the inter-dimensional portal that is on the edge of town (or what appears to be a completely different one in the basement of the science lab), or the sheer magic of the fairies constantly crossing over.  Either way, I do love that some of my questions from the first story get answered here, but it leaves me with some more questions.  Who are these other beings that keep getting referenced? Are we going to see them in the next read? So many questions, and so impatient in getting the answers.

So, if are going to check this read out, make sure to keep something heavy handy.  You’ll never know if you have to smash your animated entertainment center down to size.

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Reviewing the Pages: By Dawn’s Bloody Light

What if the deadliest people in a serial killer story…weren’t the serial killer?

A small Midwestern college town.  A series of murders that ape the Jack the Ripper killings.  Then Laney Miller is butchered just after dawn in front of a second-hand bookstore.  The one witness didn’t see anything…except Laney getting dragged out of her car and murdered by an invisible force.

One that carries a straight razor.

It’s a town that has attracted the weird and strange as far back as the eighteen hundreds.  Since then disappearances, murders, suicides, and kidnappings have only grown worse.  Especially targeted are a group of local girls that carry the same face…

Laney’s face.

Laney’s girlfriend Joy and her friends decide to find the seemingly-supernatural killer and take him down before he strikes again.  

In as violent and bloody a manner as possible.

By dawn’s bloody light…they will have revenge.

Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book for free through InstaFreebie in exchange for a fair and honest review.

Deanna Knippling is rapidly becoming one of my favorite authors, even if I’ve only read a few pieces of her work.  By Dawn’s Bloody Light is a quick little foray into supernatural horror, and makes me want to know more about the history of the town, and some of the locals described within.  There’s one character in particular that gets so much buildup at the very beginning, and while I was immediately suspicious of them, their actions only dispel my suspicions of them by a little bit.  The brief hints of lore that get dropped about the mysterious happenings in town make me want to know more about the town and it’s deep and bloody secrets.  Who or what started all of this? Is it older than time itself?

If there’s anything I disliked about this read, is the reveal of the killer.  It got dropped on us like Dorothy’s house on the Wicked Witch, and felt a little…lacking.  I was invested in the supernatural aspect of the killings, only to be let down a little bit.  But even with the reveal, I really enjoyed this read.  I do hope that there are more stories in this unnamed Midwestern town, revealing more about the…weirdness that plagues this town.

If you like supernatural horror that give some creatures a different twist, and a read with diverse characters, than you should check this read out.  Sure, it’s short, but it does pack quite a punch.  Enjoy the scares, even if nobody wants to talk about them.

Reviewing the Pages: Something Borrowed, Something Blue

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“Something borrowed, something blue. Something terrible will happen to you.”

It’s a bad neighborhood in Detroit, the kind of place where abandoned houses get stripped, then taken over by squatters, then burned. But it’s about to get worse.

Across the street is a white van with those words spray-painted on the side in blue. It pulled up in the middle of the night without a sound. The windows are solid black glass. And it’s watching you…

I’ll be honest. I usually steer clear of novellas. Not because I don’t like the story, but because I usually don’t want the read to end within 20 minutes or so. Which is about how long it took me to read this one. BUT, this read. This read kept me engaged, and wanting to know more about…whatever it was. I loved the voice of the narrator; just the perfect mix of sanity and paranoia combined other odd musings that give life to this character.

If you like bite-size reads that will give you some chills, then this read is for you.

So, there’s really not much here that I want to talk about because I do actually want you to go out and read it.  But, I do want to say that I really do enjoy the way the narrator was written.  I wouldn’t have been sure that the character I was reading was a senior citizen if the book didn’t tell me that he was one.  It’s not often that I read about a MC/narrator that is well advanced in years.  And if I have read one like that, I don’t remember much about the book.  But, I really implore you to go out and check this read out.  Yes, I finished it in 20-25 minutes, but that shouldn’t deter you from this read.

Reviewing the Pages: A Murder of Crows

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A Murder of Crows: Seventeen Tales of Monsters and the Macabre

A collection of short horror, ghost, and dark fantasy stories for adults, woven together by a flock of crows, telling stories to entertain a girl trying to survive a tragedy…

It was we crows who took your daughter, in case you were wondering. She didn’t run away. We had–I had–been watching her for some time, listening to her tell stories in the grass behind the house. She would sit near the chicken coop and watch the white chickens pick at the dirt, pulling up fat worms and clipping grasshoppers out of the air as they jumped toward the fields.

Some of them were good stories. Some of them were bad. But that’s what decided it, even more than any issue of mercy or salvation or anything else. Crows are, for one, possessive of stories. And also by then I had pecked almost all the elders into coming to listen to her at least once, except Facunde, who was then mad and responded to nobody’s pecking, not that I had had the courage to exactly take my beak to her. “She is like a daughter to me,” I had pled with the others. “She listens.” They laughed at me, they rattled their beaks, they came and heard her and were convinced, or at least bullied into pretending they were convinced.

We took her on the same cold winter day that you traded your son to the fairies, the wind blowing in cold gray threads, ruffling our feathers. It had snowed a few days before that, a storm that had killed your husband, or so it was said. The wind had snatched the snow out onto the prairie, hiding it in crevices. It had been a dry year, and even though it was still too cold to melt the snow, the thirsty dirt still found places to tuck it away in case of a thaw.

I stamped my feet on a sleeping branch while the others argued. Some argued that we should wait for spring. So many things are different, in the spring. But old Loyolo insisted: no, if we were to take the child, we would have to take her then and there: there had been at least one death already, and no one had heard the babe’s cry for hours.

We covered the oak trees, thousands of us, so many that the branches creaked and swayed under our weight. I don’t know if you noticed us, before it was too late. You were, it is to be admitted, busy.

The girl played on the swings, rocking herself back and forth in long, mournful creaks. She wore a too-small padded jacket and a dress decorated in small flowers. She was so clean that she still smelled of soap. Her feet were bare under their shoes, the skin scabbed and dry, almost scaly. Her wrists were pricked with gooseflesh, and her hair whipped in thin, colorless threads across her face as the wind caught it. The house had the smell of fresh death, under the peeling paint and the dusty windows, and seemed to murmur with forgotten languages, none of which were languages of love or tenderness. Afternoon was sinking into evening. The girl’s breath smelled like hunger.

“Now!” called old Loyolo, at some signal that not even I could have told you. And thousands of birds swept out of the trees toward her. From the middle of it, I can tell you, it seemed a kind of nightmare. Wings in my face, claws in my feathers. The sun was temporarily snuffed out, it was a myriad of bright slices reflected off black wings…

I’m a fan of short stories. Don’t get me wrong, I love longer novels too. But, the magic is condensed and more pronounced in shorter forms. And the last two reads that I’ve had on my Kindle were short story collections. And, by leaps and bounds, this is a much better version. There are seventeen short stories in total, even though there are sixteen titled stories, the seventeenth story is the one that ties it all together. Which is also something that I like about this collection. I love that there is a story that these stories that are woven into the narrative of this collection. The crows are well done, even if I am a little confused at parts where stuff happens that is not shown through the eyes of our main crow narrator. But, don’t let that distract you from the sixteen unique tales. I will admit, not all of the tales are going to be for you, but you should go check this short story collection out anyway.

So, there are a lot of these short stories in this collection.  And I will say that not all of them will be for you.  For example, “Lord of Pigs” and “The Rock that Takes Off Your Skin” were a pair of tales that I wasn’t a big fan of.  But, that doesn’t take away from my enjoyment of the collection.  There were far more stories that I enjoyed, and had to think on some of them.  Mainly to see if I’ve read that particular plot before.  And some of them, I have to say, I haven’t. I really enjoy that. That, or stories that take an established idea, and rattles it around a little bit to look at it from a fresh perspective.  Like “Treif” and “Inappropriate Gifts” for example.  “Haunted Room” is another very unique tale that I just adored, especially for the little twist to the tale at the very end.  Overall, I am very pleased with this read, and for those of you who like short stories that will grip you with the cold tendrils of suspense, than this collection is for you.

Reading List #2

Hello, and welcome back to another round of my reading list.  I finished the first one, so I figured, why not come at you guys with a second one.  So, without further delay, here’s my second list of reading.  Remember to click on the covers to go to their Goodreads page.

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There.  That should be a satisfactory list this time round and should keep me going up until May at the latest.  What do you think? Find any books that spark your fancy? Any book you think I should add to a future list? Comment below! Until next time, I am the Baumeister, and I have been, obediently yours.