Ya want to read a nail biting, sinister, 'Jesus! Don't turn off that damn light just yet!' kind of of book? One that grabs you by the gonads and squeezes until the terror is just too much to take?
Okay, Pookie . . . try Richard Godwin's Apostle Rising.
The books is about cops who have nightmares. Bodies that are cut up in some kind of . . . possibly . . . religious cult killings. About a killer who is, maybe, just too fraking smart to get caught.
It's the kind of novel I'd cut my hair off to write. (And let's face it, bro . . . if you've seen a recent picture of me, I don't have a lot of hair left on the noggin'.)
Richard is a consummate professional. He's English. So by default this means the man is naturally polite and attentive. Ah, but don't let that fool you, boyo! Out of the minds of the pleasantly smiling gentlemen comes the most sinister, and creepiest, of stories!
The bloke writes stories, novels, and plays. He's also one hell of an interviewer. His questions are thought provoking and require some original thinking to answer. I like that. He's been in many of the more popular e-mags that caters to noir/hardoiled writing, and now he's branching off into the world of novels.
And I'm jealous.
The guy is just too good looking. Too nice. And too damn pleasant. Although we've never met personally, we do bash around occasionally in various chat rooms and web sites and/or send emails to each other. I have a feeling if we ever did connect personally, we'd have a lot to talk about. Hours worth of talking. Maybe days.
Pick up a copy of the man's book. Read it. And then let me know what you think. I gotta feeling you won't be going to bed very often without taking a weapon of some type with you and tucking it under your pillow. You know . . . just in case.