The Real Monsters Are Humans
"He didn’t have to start killing. He just didn’t see why he shouldn’t."
The cicadas have come out in the small town of Heartsridge and along with them came two evil men. One has been operating under the guise of heroic mayor maintaining a smiling and caring mask. The other has been lurking, hunting, relying on his skill and wit to evade the consequences of his deeds. Innocent lives have crossed their paths, swiftly becoming their victims. Even more lives, innocent and otherwise, are becoming tangled in their webs.
This novel speaks of modern horrors and the demons behind them. The difficult decisions that dictate the outcomes of their sins and the futures of their victims. Decisions so insurmountable, so unfathomable they are ignored, set aside from fear, made wrong for all the wrong reasons, and very rarely deciphered by careful, honest, caring, non discriminate eyes, minds, and hearts.
I loved this book. This author sings of King and I gobble it up like a starving . . . constant reader. I have to admit though, this was a tough read, and I had to break it up and read other books in between. I'm no stranger to the crimes in this book and it triggered a lot of heavy emotions. But, damn, he got it all spot on. He ripped into me with the horrors, the monsters, the everlasting scars. A damn fine read. I won't hear a cicada the same way, that's for sure.