A Song for Quiet (Persons Non Grata, #2)
Deacon James is a rambling bluesman straight from Georgia, a black man with troubles that he can't escape, and music that won't let him go. On a train to Arkham, he meets trouble — visions of nightmares, gaping mouths and grasping tendrils, and a madman who calls himself John Persons. According to the stranger, Deacon is carrying a seed in his head, a thing that will destroy the world if he lets it hatch.The mad ravings chase Deacon to his next gig. His saxophone doesn't call up his audience from their seats, it calls up monstrosities from across dimensions. As Deacon flees, chased by horrors and cultists, he stumbles upon a runaway girl, who is trying to escape her father, and the destiny he has waiting for her. Like Deacon, she carries something deep inside her, something twisted and dangerous. Together, they seek to leave Arkham, only to find the Thousand Young lurking in the woods.The song in Deacon’s head is growing stronger, and soon he won’t be able to ignore it any more.

A Song for Quiet (Persons Non Grata, #2) Details

TitleA Song for Quiet (Persons Non Grata, #2)
Author
FormatKindle Edition
LanguageEnglish
ReleaseAug 29th, 2017
PublisherTor.com
Rating
GenreHorror, Fantasy, Novella, Mystery, Noir, Lovecraftian, Urban Fantasy

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A Song for Quiet (Persons Non Grata, #2) Review

  • Lindsay Bee
    January 19, 2017
    Just so you know, Cassandra Khaw's work is my aesthetic. I mean this 100%. This book makes me hurt with how viscerally, disgustingly, triumphantly good it is. It's Lovecraft elevated to human art instead of just dry cosmic musings; the characters in this book are so real you ache for them, you feel your own bile rise as they confront nameless horror. There is a such a strong thread of call-and-answer in this story, questions characters ask being asked of the reader as well, sacrifices the charac Just so you know, Cassandra Khaw's work is my aesthetic. I mean this 100%. This book makes me hurt with how viscerally, disgustingly, triumphantly good it is. It's Lovecraft elevated to human art instead of just dry cosmic musings; the characters in this book are so real you ache for them, you feel your own bile rise as they confront nameless horror. There is a such a strong thread of call-and-answer in this story, questions characters ask being asked of the reader as well, sacrifices the characters make turned into sacrifices the reader chooses too. It's a way of writing that I don't find often--the directness, the questions hidden in the void, the pulp and gore a reminder of what existence costs. I say it so often I feel like I'm a broken record but Lovecraft without the actual Lovecraft is my favorite genre. Especially Lovecraft written by women, by people of color, by voices Lovecraft himself would have shouted silent in his sniveling way. This story is evidence of how powerful cosmic horror can be when the human isn't neglected, when the human is elevated, when humanity is given power too--nonsensical, horrifying, destructive power, sure, but power all the same--a place within the cosmic scale. I recommend Cassandra Khaw's work 100% and I can't wait to read more.
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