Review of Where the Dead Talk by Ken Davis
5 stars
A riveting and terrifying horror novel, “Where the Dead Talk”
kept my attention and interest from beginning to end as I raced through it. Mr.
Davis’ horrors are different, and very horrifying. It all revolves around the
lake near the village of West Bradhill in pre-Revolutionary New England, a lake
which is more than just “haunted.” Whatever rests beneath that lake surely is
older than even the indigenous tribes formerly of the area. I also greatly
enjoyed the historic detail, as a former history major and aficionado of all
things history: the events of the story take place at a time somewhat earlier
than the Boston Tea Party, and include a village determined on “rebellion,” or
as they consider it, “patriotism.” A freedman who owns the tavern, a minister
who suffers apparently from what could quite possibly be either epilepsy or
paranoid schizophrenia, townsfolk who assume the sight of one British officer
means the town is surrounded; and the unending, seemingly non-stoppable, and
implacable horror of The Dead, whose appetite knows no bounds.
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