The Eyes of Madness presents “Simple reviews from a simple reader…”
“Something was pinching his neck. He reached and felt warmth and something hard. He dug whatever it was out and pulled his hand to see. He glared dumbfounded at what looked like a tooth.
Not mine, he thought, testing his teeth with his tongue. He looked at Ricky, but his form was covered in haze.”
A group of inseparable childhood friends are now adults, physically and psychologically devastated by war…
A horrifying creature emerges from a sandstorm just before Ricky Smith dies in battle. Forced to leave base housing, his widow Maggie buys a home on Oak Lee Road in the town of Jotham. Maggie is isolated in the historic house…and disconcerted by strange clicking sounds inside the walls.
Jonathan Steele attempts to drink the painful past away…
Jonathan was wounded in that fateful battle and now suffers from PTSD. He wants to put the nightmare behind him, but when Ricky’s ghost appears with cryptic warnings about Maggie’s house, he begins to question his sanity.
Bobby Weeks is a homeless veteran struggling with a lycanthropic curse…
Afraid of bringing harm, Bobby stays far away from those he loves. But after a full moon, a mysterious woman approaches him and reveals a vision about a house with a sinister presence, and he realizes staying away might no longer be an option.
Minister Jake Williams lost his faith on the battlefield…
While Jake will do anything to reconnect with God, he turns to vices to fill the religious void. But a church elder urges him to take a sabbatical, and a ghost tells him to quit the ministry, and his life is more out of control than ever.
When Maggie wakes in a strange subterranean cavern, she can’t deny her home harbors dark secrets. Desperate, she sends letters to her old friends to reunite in Jotham, and events conspire to draw them all to the house…unaware of the danger awaiting them.
The friends have already been through hell, but can any of them survive the evil dwelling beneath the House on Oak Lee?
“Surrounding the house were fields of seemingly endless stalks of wheat. Any passerby might consider the house quaint, rustic, or perhaps even charming. However, in 1879 when Augustus B. Westfield first set eyes on it, the house was anything but quaint. For Augustus, the house was, just as those hymnal singers loved to chant every Sunday morning, miraculous.”
First up, an important note: Dwelling is the first entry (of three?) of the larger novel Subdue. Enjoyment of this title is dependent on the understanding that this isn’t a complete piece on its own. It is the deeply emotional roots providing the support to a larger work.
Dwelling (Subdue Book One) is a moving, unnerving read. Character driven and emotionally charged, the narrative is built upon a backbone of honest experiences. This is written by someone who has lived these moments and seen these sights, bringing an authentic look at soldiers trying to acclimate back into their home lives, still haunted by the horrors of war. It brings a solid feel of realism, so that when the paranormal element begging to infiltrate they have a weight to them.
I found myself invested with these characters immediately, the group of childhood friends all grown up and affected by by war in their own ways. The widow, the survivor wounded physically, the survivor wounded emotionally, the soldier with a secret darker than the rest, and mysterious house isolated amongst the wheat.
The characters l’m the most into, the two I need to know more about and the two I feel are the wild cards here are Jake, the priest who’s lost his faith, and Bobby, the alcoholic…. well, you’ll see. Everyone seems to have a part to play and I can hardly wait to see paths start to cross.
There a re a lot of interesting narrative threads left open and I am excited to continue the story in Emerging (Subdue book Two, available now with an unknown release date for book Three) to see where we are being led. The set up should be taken care of and from here on out we should be at the meat of the story. There are things I want to know, things I need to know. Show me the horror.
“There was a door in the kitchen leading down into a cellar, to which Augustus never went, except for once in curious exploration. The place seemed otherworldly to him, both damp and surprisingly warm. Condensation collected unnaturally along the stone walls. And there was something else there as well, a presence perhaps, if you happened to believe in those sorts of things. On certain nights he’d have nightmares of stumbling down the stairs, alone and prisoner to whatever creature or creatures crawled within the depths. What ever happened next was a phantasmagoria of horror and misery. So, the door had always remained locked.”
Overall score: 4/ 5
Zakk is a big dumb animal!
P.S. Was that the Reinheit armchair?