Author: Alex M. Kimmell
Genre: Fantasy Horror
Blurb: Cracked and weathered binding, hiding mysteries on pages tied closed by a bloodstained string. A happy young family enchanted by dreams and possibilities. A barren, empty room. A boy with no friends obsessively drawing angles, edges and diagrams. In his debut novel, Alex Kimmell captures a vivid and startling tale of fear. Auden's journey begins when he discovers a curious leather-bound book whose contents will soon endanger his entire family. The pages of this book draw him into a prison that cannot be breached, a place that can only be unlocked with a very special key. In The Key to Everything, fear is explored and heightened through jarring imagery and a terrifying, unique menace, ratcheting up the tension until the novel's gripping climax.
"If we get really lucky, and I mean very lucky, we might even meet someone who is not only our key, but we can be theirs, too."
This book is classified as a fantasy horror; and it is definitely terrifying, strange, gory, weird, creepy and any other synonym you'd like to use. You'd love this book if you like to give yourself nightmares or if you're up for a good scare. You do not want to read this book if you love squirrels or if seven is your lucky number.
That being said I'll try to explain what I can without giving anything away. This is a very intricate story, it is one where you just have to read and let it take you for the ride. If you try to hard to figure it out too soon, you might give yourself a headache. Auden, his wife Emily and their two son's move into a beautiful new house in a nice neighborhood. When he's moving all of his stuff in, Auden notices a strange padlock, has an even stranger encounter with a squirrel and is compelled by a key that's buried beneath a tree. Oh, and he finds a strange book that looks like it's bound in skin and might be breathing. Abram and Dedra are another seemingly normal family...except Abram has some secrets about his past and now he is obsessed with keys and locks and his brother that died long ago. What has Abram released with his pursuit of locks and keys? What power does the book have to suck people in?
This is a unique read for the horror junkies out there. I did have have to put the book down and come back to reality for a few minutes at the extremely gory parts. This book will suck you in (hopefully not like the creepy, skin-covered book) and it does contain mature content (if you haven't figured that out already.) There are quite a few characters in this book and the point of view for each chapter jumps around. However, the way all of their stories intersect is part of the fun mystery of the book. You also get to see each character's creepy encounter with the demonic squirrels, which for me, became sort of terrifyingly humorous as the book progressed. I was really intrigued by the end and we get to figure out just what is up with those squirrels! You know you want to read it...especially since "You are the key."
Alex Kimmell (the squirrel whisperer/twodoggarage/daddy not-so-much-bucks) is an accidental novelist, anti-rhyme-ologist, oxygen inhaler, carbon dioxide exhaler who often generates harmonious sounds with various instruments of different historical importance. his work has appeared on cool places around the 1’s and 0’s like Black Lantern Press, Front Row Lit, Dumb White Husband and The Wordcount Podcast. His novel “the Key to everything” and collection of short, horrific tales “A Chorus of Wolves” were released by Booktrope Publishing. come and join the neurosis at alexkimmell.com.
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You toss and turn for what seems like forever. Finally all the noise and static in your head silences down and you fade into sleep. Everything is black. No sound, sight or scent. Floating. Full complete nothing… a pregnant emptiness. The deepest relaxation ever. You know you are flying, but there is no wind or sense of gravity’s pull to let you know direction. Not up or down. Not front or back. Slowly and gently there are brief caresses. First one brushes across your cheek. Another one moves softly along the nape of your neck. Your palms feel as if they are being kissed. A wetness slides across the backs of your knees. Hours later you feel a pressure right between your eyes. Sharp and unfriendly. Pushing harder, you struggle against the pressure holding you down. Skin cracks and the lock breaks open between your eyes. You realize now that what crushes into your head is the key. It stabs in like a drill bit, not spinning. It doesn’t stop. It will not stop. You scream and struggle but nothing moves when you tell it to. Your body is not responding to your commands. Trapped, a prisoner to the pain. There is nothing you can do but endure. The key rams further in, all the way to the wave-engraved hilt and stops. It turns counterclockwise spinning around slowly. One revolution…two revolutions…three revolutions…you feel your brain being twisted and mulched…four revolutions…you can’t scream anymore, the agony is so sharp…five revolutions…everything goes dark…six revolutions…you try to think of your family…