Tormenta (S. Bond Herndon)
A Review by Carla Ives (http://ghostwriteher.com)
Able Dawes needs a fix. He needs it bad. There’s a storm coming, a big one. The fog is rolling in. The winds are howling. Able Dawes is in a fix, but he can’t see past the need of his addiction. . . yet.
I was provided with my copy of Tormenta by the author, S. Bond Herndon, and would like to express my sincere thanks to him for the opportunity to review it.
It’s September 2005 and Galveston Island is still reeling from the horror of what Hurricane Katrina inflicted on New Orleans only a month before. Now Hurricane Rita is headed straight at them and it doesn’t take much of anyone’s imagination to know what’s coming.
Able Dawes is beside himself. A young junkie in desperate need, he ventures out into the storm thinking only of his next rush and how to get it. He needs it. His girlfriend needs it. There’s a storm coming. So what? Storms have come and gone in his young life. He’ll ride this one out, too.
Something’s different about tonight, though. He feels it. Every fiber of his being senses it. He can’t explain it, so he just keeps walking. There’s that horse-drawn wagon he’s never seen before. He’s lived here all his life. It’s a small place. How did he miss it all these years? And then there’s all those people he doesn’t quite recognize asking, “You’re that Dawes kid, right?” Running just under the radar for the mob all these years, he never knew he was all that visible. And then there’s Spoons, an old bluesman, seemingly out of place and time on this night, who begins to spin a fascinating but macabre tale. At first, Able listens politely. It helps him keep his head on straight until he can hook up. He listens to Spoons as the Dawes family springs vividly to life through the old man. But Able’s adopted and he knows it. What does he care what happened to the ancestors of his now last name?
Able knows he’s in bad trouble, strung out like he’s never been strung out before. He strikes out, once again, for the familiar house of his supplier. Relief floods over him when he sees the familiar mailbox. Or is it? And still there is Spoons, telling more and more of the strange and frightening Dawes family history.
Now Able’s really shook. He can’t negotiate the storm. He can’t get what he needs. He can’t do much of anything except listen to Spoons. And then Beau Dawes, his adoptive father and mentor, the only person to ever give a damn about him on this earth, albeit mean as a snake. . . is standing in front of him. There’s just one small problem. Beau’s been dead awhile.
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Much thanks to Carla Ives of www.ghostwriteher.com for her review. Be sure to check out her site if you need a keen eye with attention to details that often elude us when we write.
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