"I could have finished my reading in one sitting. Yet for Stan, I paced myself so that the thrill of unveiling the mystery didn't end that quickly. Overall, Wold's work is a brilliant literary piece of the supernatural, redemption, and love.
" - Reviewed by Lit Amri for Readers' Favorite
"Richard Wold's Stan is a stunning and exciting debut novel about evil, love, and the power of redemption
. The artistic images and descriptions of Stan's other region are masterfully crafted and contrast beautifully.
Stan is a fabulous read and very highly recommended. " - Reviewed by Jack Magnus for Readers' Favorite
" Deep, intriguing and full of soul-searching, Stan will hold you captive up until the very last word and beyond." - Reviewed by Bill Howard for Readers' Favorite
"Richard Wold delivered a suspense-filled story that kept me captivated from the first page to the last. Once I started reading Stan, I did not want to put it down until I finished the book." - Reviewed by Faridah Nassozi for Readers' Favorite
"The battle between good and evil is as old as time, and many authors have tried to tackle it in various ways, from theater plays to stories for children, but this book puts it into a very personal and different perspective." - Reviewed by Tina Stanciu for Readers' Favorite
From the Author
Standing at the edge of the bridge, he looked up. Eyes questioning. Waiting for permission from someone who wasn't there. Behind him cars sped by, screeched, and Stopped. Voices shouted for him to get down; others told him to jump. He closed his eyes and hummed to himself to drown them out.
And suddenly it all made sense. He felt resolute, sure of his choice. He had a feeling that peace was near. A new life. Enough of this bitter city and its sour people.Opening his eyes, he looked down again, into the abyss. He wanted to see everything that would happen to him.
He took the first step and began to fall.
Through layers of darkness and light, gas and dust, cosmic particles and black holes, he hurtled in what felt like open space. Was this the end of his life or some new beginning? What awaited him at the end of the drop? More emptiness or a new creation? He wondere if he'd made the right choice.
But he knew he had. And pride in what he'd done replaced his fear of it. I am wise, he told himself. I determine my fate. I will create a new life. I am, I am, I am.In a flash the earth consumed his view, blotting out everything around it. He smashed through the atmosphere. The bridge's majestic arches and gleaming steel sparkled against the dark, rippled surface of the water. Gravity, velocity, and acceleration pulled and pushed him, farther and faster.
Though he hadn't expected it--Too cliché, he thought, to be something that really happens--his life flashed before his eyes. Faces mostly. Many in anguish. Bared teeth and bulging eyes. Spitting as they cursed his name. They hated him. He could feel it radiating all around him. Damnation. Recrimination for all he had done to them--and to everyone else. The absolute loneliness and emptiness of it was overbearing.
But there was no time for that now. No room for thoughts of the past. Everything was moving again, the earth coming into focus fast. Then came the impact. A loud crack sounded as his body broke the surface of the river and hung in suspended animation below. His limbs curled up to his body, returning to the fetal position, retracting from the pain. Like fire and needles being jammed into his nerves, like his flesh ripping away from his bones.
He held his breath, and when he couldn't do that anymore he blew it out in huge bubbles, eager to get rid of the last vestige of this mortal life. He watched them float up toward the sky and took one last look at the light. He smiled. It still called to him. Stupid light, he thought. Let me go already. Then he closed his eyes and let the blackness bring him home.