- File Size: 1557 KB
- Print Length: 326 pages
- Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
- Publication Date: August 5, 2016
- Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
- Language: English
- ASIN: B01JUVTTO2
- Text-to-Speech: Enabled
- Word Wise: Enabled
- Lending: Enabled
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #184,918 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)
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Kent Deron is a beautiful writer. His magic is in the simplicity of his words, all the while weaving a mysterious tale of love, loss and a deeply buried longing for redemption. His ability to navigate two different timelines was seamless, and my heart ached for the loss in one, while beating a little faster along with the tender hope in the other. I'm enamored with this writer's storytelling and look forward to future books.
The language was colorful and the dialogue was rich in Kiwi-speak, which was amusing to get caught up in... altogether, I rather enjoyed the debut from this author and look forward to his subsequent work.
Kent opens his book in 1996 (the journey will transpire over 20 years) and his language and written painting immediately draws u s into the novel – ‘The night rode in on the back of a storm. It brought with it a howling gale saddled with thick grey clouds carrying angry rain that lashed the tiny town of Clifton below. The sea churned with driftwood, shifting heavy boulders along its ocean floor like marbles. But that wasn’t all the waters were dumping on the coast this rough night. A sliver of silver moonlight falls on a corpse waiting to be delivered to the shore, its soul having departed its earthly enclosure two days prior. This rugged New Zealand coast is well acquainted with death having visited its shores on numerous occasions. Since rival tribal wars where victors feasted on the flesh of their enemies, crew trapped in wrecked ships or fun seekers sucked out to sea by rips, grief has been part of the landscape. Some say the land is tapu. A sacred place that should not be ventured, not even approached. All who violate this open themselves up to a form of spiritual justice that can bring about great misfortune, sometimes death. Dotted along its bluffs sit large pohutukawa trees, some hundreds of years old, the last remaining witnesses to some of these tragedies. Their limbs claw out above the sheer drop they sit atop with their tiny leaves hanging on for dear life. In summer, this Kiwi Christmas tree blossoms the most brilliant bright red, much like the colour of blood spilled through the years on the black sand below. The strip of land where the town sits, hugs shallow fields gifting it a beach used as a playground by residents and holiday makers with short memories of the dangers that lurk on this shore. A short walk from the swimming beach high cliffs frame the coast where the unsuspecting can be caught in fast raging tides. Their bodies slammed against the cliffs, flesh ripped away by sharp rocks of the reef, eaten by sea creatures eventually caught by fishermen who take the catch home to feed hungry mouths. Now another has been added to the tidal tally. The broken boy floating three hundred metres from land will be coughed up in the morning. His ragged corpse will lay face up, feet pointing to the sky as a crowd of onlookers inspect the grisly scene of death. His body now an empty shell will be a reminder to one young man of his guilt and involvement in this dark fairy tale. The beach will carry the stench of death, a cruel sweetness like a rank perfume. This time, the sea will return this son of Clifton, but she won’t be so quick to give out the boy’s secrets. Shaun Munro will now be laid to the earth and connected to the land. He will be part of Clifton. Something the town folk have never granted the Munro family.’ And yes, the prose sings in this manner throughout this fine novel.
The story is hinted in the synopsis and to tell more might break the spell – ‘Some paths in life lead us to take a leap of faith. Self-conscious, Inver Murray has come home to Clifton to bury the father he barely knew. Staying with his father’s former boss, Stephen Davis, provides a distraction from his mess of a life, and a face that continues to haunt him. Soon though, awkward interactions with Stephen, and strange happenings in the night, begin to rattle Inver who is unaware his handsome host intends to make him pay for the sins of his father. It’s 1995 and cocky womanizer Stephen has returned to the family farm to inherit a responsibility that was never meant to be his. Feeling bored and trapped he develops an unlikely friendship with social outcast Shaun Munro. As lines between mates are crossed, Stephen begins to question what he stands for. The true spirit of their friendship betrays those around them, leading to severe consequences in a town rife with secrets, and forces Stephen to choose which path in life to take.
The story is a gay romance/drama set in New Zealand. It follows two story lines in a mesmerizing fashion. Excellent novel that deserves a wide audience. Grady Harp, May 17
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