Mead's third installment of the Georgia Kincaid drama is so far the most prosaically eloquent yet. From its inception, our gorgeous succubus once again sets the tone for an unrivalled experience of mythical proportions. Against the backdrop of Seattle and riddled with an intimacy of loquacious settings, we walk with her on a path of supernatural dilemma and a sometimes fatal trend.
A cast of heroes and villains emerge from the urban underbrush and cavort with a stultified euphoria amongst themselves as the pace starts and begins to quicken. Building on an array of literary devices, the heroine enters a state of Zen in her otherworldly self and discovers that alone as she is in her perpetual mission, the world still conjugates beside her.
For a brief period of time, we forget the banality of concrete and coffee that is at the core of a cities world and become one with a stream of alternation that serves to define our own as an element outside of itself. Caked in never ending layers of tensility, we are held up to a reflection of who we are by examining the notion that what is beyond its borders can never be. Exist as you will in this treat to that which is unreal. www.richellemead.com.