Wakefield Stowell is the belated product of animal copulation abetted by the highest of human aspirations. Embedded deep with-in the twentieth century, he possesses a medieval mind and undiminished awe at the wonders of 19th century technology. He is a scrivener and surface scratcher and has proposed erecting several bronze statues of himself mounted on a horse, to be paid for by public subscription.
Mr. Stowell likes bright colors and dull company. He is a resident of New England, a part of the country he regards as unfit for human habitation.
on July 30, 2012 :
The story is rich and visual in its aesthetics, full of well-researched beauty, and Mr. Stowell has mastered the art of the evocative turn of phrase: the one that springs to mind (one of many) is the way he describes children as 'high priests in a religion of secrets'. The story is far too short at 16,000 words, and though it's been said millions of times about countless pieces of fiction, it really is true about Mr. Stowell's story: you ache for it to go on, the story of the Ushers, Hatotep the mummy, and the world they inhabit. It's wonderful fiction, it's free, and if you pass it by unread, you'll be doing yourself a grave disservice.
(review of free book)