Room Reader
Detective With a Magic Lock-shaped Eye
by Cassidy Forest
YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED HERE
Every room is like a book, written in some foreign language by a single–minded author.
In the city driven to forget, lives a boy yearlong without his memory, a self proclaimed made by merit detective with a gift of finding what’s been lost. With an oddness to himself, in an odd left socket — lock–shaped eye, to see what was, but never written.
During last of his peaceful days of not remembering, his pursuit of himself leads him to search for another, the missing girl searched by none. An odd job given to him in the oddest of the places… in the dark of what is everything between the pages, the empty space from line to line — and from the same place — an enemy and secret, dangerous and forgotten, the one city won’t part without resistance and explanation.
THE CITY WILL MAKE YOU FORGET
REVIEW
5 out of 5
If you know me, you know I love odd and strange things, including fiction. When I first started reading, I wondered, if I’d finally found something too strange even for me. Instead, I was whisked along an incredible journey, seeing echoes through time, and following along in the search for answers and a missing girl. Although the narrative style might not be for everyone, I found it all fascinating. The characters are well-developed, and the descriptions are so vivid, you feel like you’re standing right there, experiencing everything first hand. If you enjoy mysteries, and a hint of the paranormal, you’re going to absolutely love this.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
He’s an author of one book[1], an artisan of a hundred drafts — be turned cover[title] bearing entities[creatures].
Spent most of his youth experiencing stories through the medium of movies[Animography of LAIKA Studio; Pixar], music[Albums of AC/DC; Muse], games[Catalogues of Amanita Design; Thatgamecompany], and books[Shelves of Nail Gaiman; Agatha Christie] to give credit to only a truly small excerpt of a much wider Library.
He feels a need to write about his dreams and imaginative notions as strong as the need for sleep; often trading one for the other, he finds himself describing each and every one to the point where he gets lost — he forgets and often starts again.
Trying to understand the unpublished monsters and[or] characters from his notebook, he finds them to intrude upon his work, manifesting in between what was drafted and what never was. Like the Librarian — more often than not he gets to collect his thoughts[narratives] from the oddest of places.