Justine Callaway, a young freelance photographer, takes a position as caretaker at Paradine Park, a beautiful Palladian house in the English countryside. As she senses its secrets, she becomes deeply interested in the history of the house and the story of the family who used to live within its walls; a family ripped apart by a terrible tragedy. She begins to feel a kinship, and then a love, for Adam Buchanan, a man she has never met, the brother who has been on the run for killing his brother. Windwalker is a story of ...
Justine Callaway, a young freelance photographer, takes a position as caretaker at Paradine Park, a beautiful Palladian house in the English countryside. As she senses its secrets, she becomes deeply interested in the history of the house and the story of the family who used to live within its walls; a family ripped apart by a terrible tragedy. She begins to feel a kinship, and then a love, for Adam Buchanan, a man she has never met, the brother who has been on the run for killing his brother. Windwalker is a story of redemption. It shows two people searching for each other with the odds stacked against them. Not only is the prospect of a fugitive finding refuge a remote one, but Adam is also involved in a conflict with one of the other residents of the small town where he now lives u an ambitious, deeply brutal man who sees Adam as a threat to his plans.
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Very good. A well-cared-for item that has seen limited use but remains in great condition. The item is complete, unmarked, and undamaged, but may show some limited signs of wear. Item works perfectly. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine is undamaged.
Good. Spine creases, wear to binding and pages from reading. May contain limited notes, underlining or highlighting that does affect the text. Possible ex library copy, that'll have the markings and stickers associated from the library. Accessories such as CD, codes, toys, may not be included.
Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I shall endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
-Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
This life's dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye.
William Blake ? The Everlasting Gospel
Haunting and elegant. I have head Ms. Mostert's works described this way before, by other reviewers. This, and so very much more, is the work of Natasha Mostert. For she has a voice that is deeply evocative, an exceptional, mystical writing style. Natasha's turn of prose is both otherworldly and sensual, a voice that sends chills down my spine and reaches into my soul, making a home for itself in the sweet, dark recesses of my existence. Her writing comes to mind over and over, in the dark of night or the bright light of day, a paean to her brilliant style, as her ability to paint rich, intriguing portraits with words which steal into my awareness in the most common of moments. Words which bring me to my knees, to weep and sigh, to long deeply and without respite.
Kepler's Bay. A remote and forbidding town in a remote and forbidding land, bitter and forlorn. Perched on the razor edge between the Namib and the sea, Kepler's Bay clings to the edge of the world with barely restrained ferocity, much as do the creatures of the great desert upon which it backs. Kepler's Bay. The melancholy call of the soo-oop-wa, the never-ending wind, maddens, takes piecemeal grains of the soul, eventually leaving behind naught but a dry, desiccated husk ? a body walking with no spark within.
The Namib, oldest desert in the world, ?The land God made in anger,? say the San people. But he had always thought that only a god in pain could have imagined a place like this. And from this land of soaring dunes and brutal winds one day appears a wild man, filled with pain, with fever and madness. Madness and passion. Violence and death. Samuel Becket said: ?All men are born mad. Some remain so.? And is madness not pain, turned in upon oneself?
Across the desert, in the lush green of the English countryside, a woman arrives. Lost and maddened in her own right, she arrive upon the doorstep of a sad and haunted estate. As she sinks into the stories of this place of madness, fratricide and pain, broken shadows and haunted rooms, one soon cannot truly discern where the house leaves off and the woman begins. Quiet desperation. Ghosts and haunting images through a camera's lens.
They are so close, and yet so far apart. So very, very far apart. Has it been this way, lives upon lives, sinking into the past? And what of unintended consequences, the vagaries of fate and karma?
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
?Tis folly to be wise.
Thomas Gray - Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College
Through our lives, do our souls search? Do they seek desperately, yearning for that which was, which could have been, or which shall never be? And is evil merely the absence of good, demons playing bones with our lives?
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. ? Khalil Gibran
How many paths must we walk, how many lives to be lived? How long must we suffer before paths may cross, before we might know peace? Do our souls wander alone, searching beyond ourselves for knowledge, deep in the rending silence of the night? A photography of insanity may be a shard of light. Questions and blood and dreams of deaths long past, pain and ancient desire. All are spread before us between these pages. Allow her words to reel you in, to touch and tease, sooth and savage by turns. To think. To dream. To sorrow.
This book was provided to me by the author in return for a realistic review. It touched me more deeply than any of her works yet have ? and those have been absolutely brilliant. I hate reviews that begin with ?If you like the works of? to be honest, but if the interspersed quotes touch your soul, I strongly, very strongly, encourage you to read Windwalker. And then her other works as well. I don't believe, once you have read this one, that you will be able to resist.
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