Tobias leaves his home in Moscow and takes a job as security guard in a small village of Siberia called Vodka Valley. Secluded and surrounded by an icy wilderness with the wind screaming outside his door, he begins to hear and see things that may or may not be there. A sporadic knock on the door drives him outside into the cold and absolute darkness where he quickly becomes disoriented and fearful that he will not find his way back.
Although he eventually finds his way home, Tobias’ perceived hallucinations become more horrific in nature until he is near the breaking point. In search of relief to his solitude he ventures into town, only to discover that the horror seems to have traveled with him and is trying to destroying everything and everyone around him. The entrance to hell is pulsing beneath the frozen tundra and the demons are everywhere.
It is clear from the beginning that Mulvihill is a deeply spiritual person. He creates a palpable depiction of the ongoing and ancient struggle between good and evil and the weaknesses of mankind. There was a strong religious undercurrent woven throughout. I also very much enjoyed his descriptions of the landscape and often found myself looking for a blanket to ward off the chill. The one distraction I encountered was with grammatical errors but it was not enough to keep me from finishing the story. It was a solid read.
Book Stats:
- Paperback: 276 pages
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform; 2 edition (February 23, 2014)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 1493775146
- ISBN-13: 978-1493775149
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Summary : It is clear from the beginning that Mulvihill is a deeply spiritual person. He creates a palpable depiction of the ongoing and ancient struggle between good and evil and the weaknesses of mankind. There was a strong religious undercurrent woven throughout. I also very much enjoyed his descriptions of the landscape and often found myself looking for a blanket to ward off the chill.
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