How About THIS
For a Gem of a Story?
The Darkest Sin
When I take a break from my
usual literary diet of sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal, and straight out horror, I
always seem to swing toward a good thriller. Imagine my joy, then, when I came
across the blurb for The Darkest Sin,
the first in Jeff Crawford’s The Gun Hand Series:
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One-time
drifter, Walsh Ritter, suddenly finds he has a taste and talent for doing the
things most would never consider, being a gun hand… a killer for hire. Having
the requisite skills and a lack of conscience propels him to the top of the
pile of men who do this type of work. A small fortune is offered to him by a
ruthless mining baron, but the cost to his sensibilities is too high.
In a wasteland area of Texas
known as the hardpan, a man lives in isolation waiting for the final piece of a
deranged puzzle to appear. Bascom Isley was banished from the monastery for his
insane and heretical theories.
An innocent, but grave and
horrible mistake on the part of Bascom, will force Walsh Ritter to not only
confront a darkness from his past but become allied with the man he wants to
kill so badly when the Mexican power-hungry warlord William Victorrio is pulled
into this nightmarish triangle. Only in the final standoff will you see the
depths of evil that men are capable of.
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I don’t know about you, but when
I stray into those genres I don’t often get to play in, I love being surprised.
It’s like panning for gold in a brand-new river. And in The Darkest Sins, I hit the lodestone, as I found it to be an immersive,
complex, and rather intriguing story.
As the blurb highlights, Walsh
Ritter is a man who knows and accepts what he is. A killer, whose moral compass
was smashed long ago. The thing is, he happens upon a job that reveals he might
not be the heartless executioner he thought he was. And in his world, THAT
leads to complications. Complications that see this steely, relentless, self
disciplined and methodical predator reduced to nothing more menacing than
impotent prey. A victim who ends up at the mercy of a deranged madman.
Now, I’ve been careful not to
give too much away. However, what I will say is that the best psychological
thrillers are those where the maelstrom of your own imagination is allowed to
amp up the terror; the darkness; the fearful fascination of what comes next.
And Jeff Crawford manages to hit that balance in a skillful way, as the scars
of Ritters life and past mistakes are picked open, rubbed raw, and liberally doused
in ant-riddled salt.
This really is a journey of
self-discovery. One where you accompany Ritter in taking each bloody, crushed
glass in the soles of your feet step as he struggles to free himself from a
nightmare made flesh.
A gem worth digging for.
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