People often ask me why I chose to write about Vampires, and my answer always is: I didn't choose to write about Vampires; they chose me.
As I've said on this blog before, my mother is to blame (or thank) for my avid interest in all things Dark. She would watch all the old horror movies while pregnant with me, and I guess some of it rubbed off on the little premature baby inside.
Anyway, Vampires are hypnotic, sexy, cruel, damned, monstrous, needy, and, I think, necessary.Read More
In the dead spots, dreams become reality, terror knows your name, and nightmares can kill you.
The stillbirth of Mackenzie's son destroyed her marriage. Grieving, Mac reluctantly heads for her childhood home to seek refuge with her mother, who constantly reminds her of life's dangers.
Driving across Texas, Mac swerves to avoid hitting a deer...and winds up in a dead spot, a frightening place that lies between the worlds of the living and the dead. If they can control their imaginations, people can literally bring their dreams to life—but most are besieged by fears and nightmares which pursue them relentlessly.
Mackenzie's mother and husband haunt her, driving her to the brink of madness. Then she hears a child call for help and her maternal instincts kick into overdrive. Grant, Mac's ally in the dead spots, insists Johnny is a phantom, but the boy seems so real, so alive....
As the true horrors of the dead spots are slowly revealed, Mackenzie realizes that time is running out. But exits from the dead spots are nearly impossible to find, and defended by things almost beyond imagination.
It sits in the squirmiest parts of your mind and body until (I imagine) you can't take it anymore and have to stop reading. I assume. This didn't happen to me. I, with some sort of immensely morbid fascination, couldn't stop reading the damned thing.Read More
4/5 Stars If superhero movies, with all their nitty-gritty reboots nowadays could have half the story SWoD has, they'd be a lot better off. It doesn't follow the formula most superhero novels/movies does, it's its own world, in that the superheroes, something I'm even hesitant to call them, operate, especially Spring-Heeled Jack, on this precarious border between what's morally sound, and what isn't. It did take me quite a bit of time to finish it, but it wasn't for lack of enjoyment. Life got in the way, yet I would always find my mind returning to SWoD and what would be coming next. Toward the end of the novel, it became apparent to me that a hero, unlike the ones we see in our media today, are not so easily defined, and I have not read a superhero novel that fully explores this, and so fully, as Sad Wings of Destiny has.
Not to spoil the plot or anything, some choices, some events cannot be avoided, and the way things must come to an end, unfortunately, or fortunately for some, involve sacrifice. It takes a great person, super powered or no, to recognize this and commit to it fully, even if it means becoming the very thing they fought for years, as it often does. Thom Brannan has crafted a thought-provoking read, any fan of superheroes, anti-heroes, and their villains would greatly enjoy.
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As for me, I'm swamped in papers to do for classes, and still want to find time to tackle my own book.
But I just want to sleep. Ah well, that seems to be how it goes.
Keep your bite,