He must have been daydreaming or something but David didn't notice when he took the wrong turning that directed him into the small town of Camdigan. As soon as he realised he was lost he decided to turn around and retrace his tracks. However, no matter which way he drove he couldn't find his way out of the town.

Looking around him he was struck by the greyness of everything – sky, buildings and even the people. When he meets Beth, a young girl, she seems like the only ray of light in the whole place. When Beth claims to be the reincarnation of his dead wife David is understandably sceptical. However, as he spends more time in her company he begins to rediscover his old feelings – a fact that he finds more than a little disturbing, especially considering Beth is only 12 years old.

Together they decide to try and escape the clutches of the town but soon find this is far from easy. The more they try the more David beings to realise the true nature of Camdigan.

Camdigan is essentially a story the nature of death and the desire to escape from death. This is an unusual story that has been written in an almost subdued style, reflecting the essentially grey nature of the town its self.

Many authors would have shied away from writing a story about death but this novel from C. Dennis Moore looks at the subject from a new and refreshing angle. Moore has also touched on an extremely taboo subject when the main character, David, begins to feel attraction to the 12-year-old reincarnation of his wife.

A sombre story that treads new ground. Strangely riveting!

Did you ever have one of those moments where the past comes rushing back like a dream, twice over? I'm not talking dejá vu. I'm talking haunting. The soft whisper of a guitar string, the sound of a certain voice, a word that strikes a spark on the lodestone of memory shining like a beacon in the recesses of your darkest basement mind. That's the kind of feeling Camdigan brings you. A quiet little town nestled in the heart of a nameless graveyard.

"Where the flesh meets the spirit world." (David Bowie, words spoken from Camdigan)

C. Dennis Moore paints in soft gray pastel shades, mixed with graveyard dust and the ash of regretful memory. He writes of loss and a chance at things happening again. He writes of town called Camdigan. Kind of reminds me of Barker's Midian stirred with a dabble of Brigadoon. Soft and haunting, as a lonely pibroch in a misty kirkyard. The stuff of daydreams and regret.

"It wasn't a funeral. In the middle of the sanctuary stood a man in a grey robe, looming over a large stone tub, out of which he drew a small lump of dripping pink flesh." (from Camdigan)

The door is open if your heart holds the key. Come on into Camdigan. Only don't think of going home. Like the big bad Wolfe said - "You can't go home".

David Tierney has started down a road, and he has no idea where it will lead him. All he's carrying is a guitar case and a half forgotten memory of someone he'd lost a long time ago.

Maybe he'll meet her, here in Camdigan.

Maybe.

"...the entire block, from what he could see of it...crowded with houses, like filling a box with square blocks..." (from Camdigan)

Camdigan is a short novella, and it'll leave you wanting more. I've followed Mr. Moore's career, and he's a young man who's going to make a bit of a mark in the genre. He's found a real voice here, and I'm hoping he goes on to take this project a little further. I'd like to read a novel of Camdigan. There are worlds in this little novella. Worlds undreamed of lay beyond Camdigan. David's adventure has only begun.

Order yourself a copy of this little novella. Curl up with it in a soft gray armchair with a big purring cat and a cup of chamomile tea. Lay a fire if you have the time, and let C. Dennis Moore's words haunt you back down the unmapped roads of memory, hope and dream.