The folks over at Wicked Horror have turned out a really good review of Midian Unmade. The book releases this coming Tuesday, July 28. Be sure to pick up your copy then, but in the meantime, enjoy the kind words from Wicked Horror:
A chill washed over him, like icy fingers dancing their way up and down his spine, followed by a sudden emptiness. It was like the world had just left him, like his spirit had just vacated his body. He felt dead. Numb. He could have said he wasn’t feeling any emotions, but despair, utter, hopeless despair is definitely an emotion. If he was dead, then he probably shouldn’t be feeling anything. And he was feeling something. Though he wished he wasn’t.
All that remained now were memories. Cold, distant memories that hung on to him, leaving their marks on his soul even as he tried to push them out.
love has no leave
we fly down in velvet dreams
and thirst with the sky under brilliant song
living out of wild bodied trees
I refuse to let death be my life,
for it is the only one that I have;
I’ll not worry about the end of my path,
it will come soon enough,
and getting there is the fun part.
Here where the only shadows cast
are those we create,
with only the weight of the world
upon our shoulders,
heaven still seems so far away,
lost against the backdrop
of yesterday’s dreams
as they’re held hostage
by tomorrow’s tragedies;
I’m reminded that
the war between the heart and soul
is nothing more than
the war between Heaven and Hell
and nothing less than
the rebellion of earth against sky,
and we’re too busy
making victims of each other
to find peace within ourselves.
I am not my words
but they are all
I have left of me.