Blood Moon Carnival Kindle Edition
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After waking up from a trance while getting his fortune told, Jason discovers that the Gypsy foretelling his future is dead. He quickly hightails it out of there, but he hasn't heard the last from the Gypsy. She haunts his dreams telling him about a serial killer on the loose. The police don't believe him, so he must hunt this killer down himself.
The characters in this book were amazing. Jason has been through so much, and yet continues to find the strength to carry on from somewhere. Plus there are the characters in the carnival that is in town including the Gypsy herself. These carnies are over-the-top in a typical freak show way, but they add a depth to the story that is amazing. My favorites, though, were the clueless police department. A typical small town police department, they just couldn't bring themselves to believe Jason's story.
I rate this book a full five stars, and I highly recommend it to anyone who loves thrillers and suspenseful stories. I guarantee you won't be disappointed if you pick this one up.
Paul’s skill at writing mystery thrillers is enhanced not only by his imagination and his proximity to the fictional towns in Massachusetts where he places his stories, but also by his intricate understanding of medicine and all the paraphernalia and situations to which he has become accustomed. But either an author can create a terrifying plot or simply ‘create’ a scenario that suggests fear is that point at which Paul DiPersio steps to the front of the line.
With opening words Paul sets the mood of this strikingly successful novel – ‘I awoke in dim electric candlelight. Across the table, the old Gypsy woman glared at me with sunken, cataract-frosted eyes, her thin colorless lips drawn tight, the skin of her puckered face so pale, fragile, almost translucent. Even in the shadows, I could see the blue spider veins crawling across her forehead. She sat hunched over her crystal ball, clutching it between gnarled, arthritic fingers, a ghastly widow’s hump straining the fabric of her black silk evening gown. The crystal ball flickered a pathetic dull orange; the batteries were just about dead. Rolling and cracking my neck, I yawned heavily and looked around the trailer. There was a row of small bleached skulls—human infant skulls—perched on a shelf above the refrigerator. A three-foot strip of flypaper riddled with black dots dangled from a cord above the sink. The sink overflowed with dirty dishes, pots, and pans, and with what appeared to be a rotting bouquet of daisies. There was a cheesy, black and white velvet poster of Bela Lugosi’s Dracula tacked to the bathroom door. The dingy wood-paneled walls were otherwise bare, except for a large and rather impressive oil painting hanging above the tattered vinyl couch. It depicted a pack of wolves attacking a lone deer in a lush meadow under a huge silver moon, their snarling muzzles tearing off swaths of fur and flesh, white fangs flashing in the moonlight. The trailer reeked of mothballs and bug spray … and stale urine. The old Gypsy woman drilled me with her stern frosted glare. It sent shivers down my spine; very unsettling and very effective. She must have spent her entire Carney life perfecting that glare. She was building anticipation, making me hang on her every word. Am I going to get rear-ended by a cement truck tomorrow? Should I stay away from ocean liners bound for Bermuda? Maybe I should get tested for Lyme disease? And I’d better be extremely polite to the next wild-eyed, strung-out, shank-packing crackhead who cuts in front of me at the Fairfield Beach porta-potty. My contacts were dry and sticky. My throat was parched. I blinked slowly, swallowed hard, and licked my lips. “Did you just hypnotize me?” I asked.’ And this is just the opening thought as the carnival of the title continues.
Paul’s plot is well summarized – ‘Jason Lash came to the quaint seaside town of Fairfield Bay to work in an urgent care clinic ... and mourn his brutally murdered wife. Then, one night, after wandering aimlessly through the local carnival, he sits before an old, withered, dying Gypsy to hear his fortune and ends up with much more than he bargained for ... Her decrepit, white-eyed ghost, haunting his dreams, whispering cryptic premonitions of something twisted and evil hiding under the Ferris wheel. "He lurks beneath the Beast of steel and rust, watching, waiting, stalking his prey. He takes her tonight under the blood red moon, past the tree, to the woods, to the Virgin Cave." This year's carnival brought along a vicious serial killer. An innocent teenage girl has gone missing.... and only Jason can save her.’
This, fellow lovers of thrillers, is a very well written book – the sign that this author is moving rapidly to the front of the line of American mystery books. Keep the light on…Grady Harp