I can honestly say that this is the first time I have read a psychological thriller that pulled at me and wouldn’t let me put it down. Typically this would be a movie that I would go see with the husband but not really be interested in. This story was different and I highly enjoyed it. On the Gulf by Desmond Cory drew me into a world of an Arabic state called Fariq where political battles involving greed and power struggles take place.
At first Desmond Cory slowly introduces you to Kevin Bone and his interaction with a highly powerful Rashid Sheikh, creating the atmosphere and ambience of the world where he will snag you with a hook and pull you in as if you were a fish on a line. Although there is a lot of violence fueled by the greed and desire for power you are dipped into the lives of others who are connected to the events, not only physically but mentally as well.
Desmond Cory has created a world with characters that are both good and evil and you the reader will experience both sides to the nature of their souls. Cory has a talent and skill with revealing explicit details and a style of writing that will allow the words to flow like colorful pictures in a movie. I definitely recommend this book and invite readers to step out of their normal genres to take an adventure into a world they otherwise would likely not visit.
I wanted to share this little bit that popped into my head early this morning while I was trying so hard to ignore the cries of the cat and dog, to catch a few more ZZZ’s. I could ignore the animals but I could not ignore these voices in my head.
Please tell me what you think, give me your opinion. Should I listen to the voices and tell their story?
She tried to leave her abusive husband while he was at work but his employer fired him for intoxication and he came home early. Her husband nearly beat her to death before the neighbors heard her screams and called the police. Lying in a hospital bed on the verge of death, her soul broken along with her bones, something deep within her is awakened and cries out like a silent beacon.
He hears the cries of desperation and pain. They pull and tug at him so strongly his wolf gives him no choice but to follow. When his wolf leads him to a hospital hundreds of miles away, he finds the source of power that calls to his wolf like a magnet. Before his human mind and logic could register and analyze how there, lying in a hospital bed, beaten and broken, was another like him when he was sure he was a last of his species, his wolf came forward strong and dominant.