When the Streets Were Paved With Silver (The Skull's Grin #5) by C.M. Allen
When Sam decides to travel to New Orleans, he realises his age is finally catching up to him. So he experiences beignets, café au laits, and conversations with random old men to try and enjoy his remaining days. And then dark voices begin showing him paradises that cannot be true, that cannot be real.
And who awaits him at the end…?
Many thanks to Charles for the opportunity to review it.
"What the hell are you saying? Yeah, I know I kissed that fuck' thing! Don't remind me, you dead bastard! just help me get outta' here!"
Oh boy oh boy, what a ride!!. Charles has surpassed expectations yet again he does that in every book he releases, and the overall story gets darker and more chilling. We meet Mother who only wants to take care of Sam but he suspects otherwise. Mother isn't happy and tries to destroy Sam transforming into something evil and grotesque. The further away he's from the shack the weaker he gets he feels it on his bones. Will he triumph or is there a higher evil manipulating the strings?
The world Charles is creating (there are 4 more parts till the end) is getting darker and more interesting, it's a unique combination of everyday things plus the dark and supernatural.
May you continue on your weird journey and really hope your sanity prevails!!
About the Author
This is not going to be pleasant. You've chosen to read this, and I can only apologise for your evidently poor choice. You have been warned. It's a bit self-indulgent, so I will switch tot eh third-person to save face...
A summary is always an odd beast. It must capture the spirit of somebody without indulgence, intrigue without rambling, present an acceptable façade without revealing the picture's whole. Unfortunately, summaries can also tend towards sycophantic rants, and in this, Charles will most likely tread that fine line and objective truth and subjective nonsense. Charles is him, a man, a married man with three children and a house, a dog, a car, a job, many passions, a peculiar fascination with the human psyche and how it seeks to operate and undo itself, and a hobby for creative writing that evolved and spun out of control, evolutions within revolutions.
Charles enjoys finding simplicity within complexity, yet he is intrigued by the chaos in structure. Charles is someone that sees the normality within paranormality, the details within the vastness, and the enormity of the microscopic. Charles is not what one might call 'typical' or 'average', and perhaps, in this, there is a nugget of interest, a speck of personality cut from his own cloth, honed by his own hand, self-taught in many respects yet wholly dependent on the educations provided by others.
Charles is just the right amount of egotistically self-aware. Charles is keenly interested by the facets of the mind linked to emotive reasoning, finding everything homo sapiens do balanced and guided by how they feel. Every action they perform, everything they say, everything they think...secretly guided by the limbic systems in their brain squelches. Humans are not solely logical beings, and in accepting, hey emotive resonances, they begin to understand who they are as people, not just humans. And they, as people, however small they are as a microcosm in the face of an almighty, expanding universe, can only strive to find a reason against the overwhelming vastness of eternity.
Reason is purpose, and purpose makes everyone feel better. And so, to summarise: Charles is simply he, a dedicated and loving father and husband, responsible dog, house and car owner, and cultivator of the very small fragments of the mind humans do not necessarily concern themselves with. All great things start from the smallest of ideas. I did warn you. Wasn't that just a completely unnecessary word salad of nonsensical farce? Shared with Public