The Girl Who Rode Into a Storm

Wayne Frye’s Aaron Adams mysteries, Chablis Louise Chavez thrillers, Lynton adventures and Girl books have swept across the world and lit a raging fire among readers who enjoy exciting adventures with a strong social message. Called the Rembrandt of words by one critic, in this novel he introduces two new heroes, Conner McCord and Dudley Danforth, in a rip-roaring adventure that will keep you on the edge of your seat. This is a thriller and a love story that never lets up in propelling the reader into a strange world of circumstances that thrusts two people into the ultimate showdown with evil. When we imagine something wicked and full of vice, we tend to use inaccurate visual shorthand. All too often we think of evil as something ugly, dark and scary. We see it as something that leaves a mark on the flesh that can be detected by mere looks. We actually expect images of evil to look malevolent and abnormal, as a comforting sign that the evil ones are physically totally different from the rest of us, allowing us to believe that humanity as a whole is not wretched and irredeemable. Yet, the banker with immaculately coiffured hair and toned features sitting behind a desk in his fine suit can destroy more people with a pen than a wild-eye terrorist can with a machine-gun or a bomb. A cleric with a sharp tongue of condemnation can shred decency with lips that spew more evil than the devil could muster from the fiery pits of hell. Evil actually has no face. It is the person next door, the individual you have known all your life, the policeman, the teacher, the gardener, any number of people who just appear normal but within harbour an uncontrollable urge to embrace the dark side.