“A ghost is a knot in the otherwise smooth flow of time… And sometimes a ghost is a shared thing.” ― Cole Swensen
I’m just going to say this right out loud ::clears pipes:: — There are some authors who shouldn’t be allowed to write short stories. There. Said. Now, let me explain why I feel this way. There are some writers whose prose is so magnetic, whose stories are so engrossing, whose characters are so intriguing that they should be given many, many words and paragraphs and pages within which the reader can become so lost that s/he forgets about the outside world for more than the space of a brief interlude with imagination.
KJ Charles has officially been put on notice.
The Caldwell Ghost is indeed a brief interlude with a man, Robert Caldwell, whose inheritance has come with some unexpected surprises, namely disembodied moans and walls that do…things that walls should not do. Ever. Fortunately for Robert, however, there is a man who can help with the metaphysical manifestation of a long-dead ancestor who means to have his way, come hell or hot sex magick. Maybe a little of both?
If you’ve read KJ Charles’ The Magpie Lord, you already know the prodigious skill with which the author creates new folds in the fabric between what is real and what lies between and what lies just on the other side of the living. If you haven’t read it yet, may I ask what are you waiting for?
There is a definite skill to short story telling, a delicate balance between telling what feels like a complete story, and leaving the reader drooling for more. Well, let me just say, mission accomplished, KJ Charles. Mission accomplished.
Go grab The Caldwell Ghost in time to round out your Halloween reading list. I don’t think you’ll be sorry.