It's a long ride home from Hell. Joseph Ashby signed up to be a part of the war that tore his country to pieces, but he was drafted into a much darker army. All he wants is to find his way home to learn if it’s true what the voices in his head are telling him; that his family is dead. The only problem is he has no idea where he is or how he got there. The shadow of his past is going to chase him the whole way home where even darker clouds may gather after he finds his answers.
Writes novels about the dark things floating around in his head because the demons won’t let him sleep otherwise. Jokes are his weapon of choice, but will resort to deflection in times of emergency. Did you know Maine is closer to Africa than any other state?
Characters with plot-convenient memory loss can be a hard sell with me, but I feel the device worked well in this story – perhaps primarily because, rather than let the mystery of his missing time sidetrack him into going around in circles, the main character was so single-minded in moving forward toward his family. Joseph Ashby was a fighter on the edge of despair, and though the book’s editing left something to be desired and the narrative dragged a bit with repetition, the story pulled me along with the desire to know what awaited Joseph at the end of his peril-fraught journey. And as much as I hate evil, I’ve got to admit a fascination with fictional devils. That goes for “Possessed”s Mr. Morningstar, too.
True to Nader's style, Possessed comes out kicking and hitting, and stays in your face for this heaven and hell, with not so much heaven, inspired, story that is every bit a western horror as its blurb describes. Joseph Ashby, the MC, this guy ... this guy, this poor guy ... I'll just say that he's in for the ride of his life, and you'll want to be riding alongside him. The story keeps you on the edge of your seat, half of your heart rooting for Joseph while the other half screams at you not to. The horror elements are written in a way that keep you guessing until then end, and oh, the end ...