The Voodoo Doll: The Priestess And The Pleasure

Beat, rhythm, cadence, not overt, subtle, an echo of the voodoo, permeates the story. It's been a while since I read the tale, but that energy stayed with me. A compliment to the writing. Absorbing, drawing one into the inevitable, which is fascinating, as we see the drama coming, yet that powerlessness is entrancing. A veritable spell with words.

I'm intrigued by how shaped and crafted words transport us through time and space, I can still see the fire and the beach in my memory, even though ofc I've never been there. Or have I? I enjoy writing which is not pushy in it obviousness of agenda, which achieves its aims with a seemingly modest demeanour, yet, achieves more than one realises.