By Rick Hautala
4 OCTOBERS - a set of Novellas
The days are becoming shorter, and the wind blows chilly from the north. After the maple and oak leaves flip from eco-friendly to vivid reds, golds, and oranges, they wither, fall, and die, clattering like outdated bones as they blow down the road within the twilight. The solar isn't as vibrant because it was once, and the nights are darkish and chilly and lengthy. this is often the time of the harvest … the time of Hallowe'en … and a time for memories of the summer time simply earlier and of alternative summers, now gone. it is a time of poser and expectation because the earth prepares for the frigid onslaught of winter.
Four Octobers collects for the 1st time 4 loosely interconnected novellas from the shiny mind's eye of best-selling writer Rick Hautala. every one tale is determined in October, the month of pumpkins and trick or deal with, of skeletons and haunted graveyards, and every tale is stuffed with nostalgia for instances prior … for summers and adolescence now long gone … for percentages now not taken … for possibilities now misplaced forever.
"Tin Can Telephone," set in 1957, tells the tale of a tender boy and his good friend who, within the pre-dawn darkness whereas ready to determine the Russian satellite tv for pc Sputnik velocity by way of overhead, event a secret and worry way more terrifying than the specter of Soviets in space.
"Miss Henry's Bottles," maybe Hautala's top tale thus far, tells how the straightforward act of discarding empty soda bottles on a neighbor's garden brings to mild secrets and techniques that are meant to have remained buried … yet like any secrets and techniques, this one finally is printed with devastating consequences.
"Blood Ledge," set in an Indian summer time of 1971, tells the story of a tender boy who discovers a gloomy relations mystery that leads him to simply accept a kinfolk inheritance that has frightening results.
And eventually, "Cold River" is the tale of a guy so misplaced in loneliness and melancholy following the demise of his spouse that he faces a horror worse … a lot worse than drowning within the chilly, darkish river that flows by means of his house.
Taken jointly, those tales exhibit Rick Hautala writing on the best of his video game, telling tales that may not in basic terms kick back you if you happen to learn them, yet will go away you with an icy dread on your middle … a dread a lot chillier than any October wind blowing down the road at evening.