Howland's first novel (one of only two) starts with a bang-- some archeologists from U. Penn at an old Mayan village ruin in Honduras find an ancient, but beautifully preserved jar. Inexplicably, the lead archeologist breaks the seal and opens it, letting something out; the next thing the entire group starts killing one another. So begins a tale of Mayan devils/gods or what have you.
Howland opens the tale, skipping around several POVs, focusing upon a small town in Pennsylvania and various people there, as well as a freighter heading to Philly from Honduras. Obviously, what ever became freed from the Mayan jar worked its way to the ship and soon enough, all the crew died, reduced to piles of ashes. The titular Ashes arises from the results of the ancient Mayan demon/god; it possesses the power to reduce people/structures to ash in white hot flame, flame so hot it does not even smoke
Also, obviously, the Mayan god/demon thing finds it way to the small town in Pennsylvania? Why? Howland produces some connection to an evil man, one of the town's founders, that somehow the Mayan thing became attracted to. All of this became increasingly hard to swallow, but if you do not ask too many questions, the story flows. Some pretty good foo along the way, with white hot flames racking up the body count. Yet, a horror story should if not induce some shivers, at least a little creepy feeling. Unfortunately, Ashes did neither. Howland paces this decently and evokes some decent characters, but this never grabbed me. 2.5 stars, rounding down for the big slice of processed cheese at the end.