Thank you to the Author and CLASH Books for the ARC in exchange for an honest review.
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Fear, when born of the strange and unexplained, is not a scream but a silence-thick, pressing, and absolute. It creeps in like a mist at twilight, curling its cold fingers around the mind, whispering doubts in a language older than words. It is the hush before the storm, the stillness in the forest when even the birds forget to sing. Or a snow-laden field, absorbing all sounds in the dead of the night.
It begins in the gut, a slow tightening, as if the body itself remembers something the mind cannot name. The air grows colder, not in temperature, but in temperament, hostile, watching. Shadows stretch longer than they should, and familiar shapes twist into unfamiliar silhouettes. The world tilts, just slightly, just enough to make you question whether it ever stood straight.
In that moment, fear is a poet. It paints the unknown with brushstrokes of dread, turning every creak into a whisper, every flicker of light into a warning. It is the heartbeat you hear in your ears, the breath you hold without realizing, the sense that something is just there, just beyond the veil of understanding.
And yet, it is not loud. It is quiet. Terrifyingly quiet. Because the most dreadful things are not those that roar, but those that wait.
You must first understand fear, before you put pen to paper and give it breath. The author, Rebecca Rowland understands fear.
In
Eminence Front,
fear creeps into a Southern New England town in the anticipation of a blizzard. The narrative is focused on a small neighborhood of quiet desperation masquerading behind friendly faces. The characters Rowland introduces us to, could be anyone on your street: a young married couple, a picture-perfect family, a teacher, a writer, a senior citizen and a shut-in. But behind all these facades, are characters consumed by guilt or regret, addictions and illnesses. It is a community of people groping in the dark for some semblance of a happy life.
The author takes her careful time to give us the back story of each of these characters, to understand and embrace their fears before the storm comes for them. There are no happy endings here; no hidden miracles or satisfying resolutions. Only the chill of what is left behind.