Road of Bones by Christopher Golden

 

Synopsis From Dust Jacket:

Surrounded by barren trees in a snow-covered wilderness with a dim, dusty sky forever overhead, Siberia's Kolyma Highway is 1,200 miles of gravel-packed perma frost within driving distance of the Artic Circle. A narrow path where drivers face such challenging conditions as icy surfaces, limited visibility, and an average temperature of sixty degrees below zero, fatal car crashes are common. 

But motorists are not the only victims of the highway. Known as the Road of Bones, it is a massive graveyard for the former Soviet Union's gulag prisoners. Hundreds of thousands of people were worked to death and left where their bodies fell, consumed by the frozen elements and plowed beneath the road. 

Fascinated by the history, documentary film producer Felix "Teig" Teigland is in Russia to drive the highway, envisioning a new series capturing life and death on the Road of Bones with a ride to the town of Akhust, "the coldest place on Earth," collecting ghost stories and local legends along the way. However, when Teig and his team reach their destination, they find an abandoned town, save one catatonic nine-year-old girl—and a pack of predatory wolves, faster and smarter than any wilds animals should be. 

Pursued by the otherworldly beasts, Teig's companions confront even more uncanny and inexplicable phenomenon along the Road of Bones, as if the ghosts of Stalin's victims were haunting them. It is a harrowing journey that will push Teig to the edge of human endurance. 

Damn, that is a long synopsis. Normally, when a synopsis runs that long, I’ll try to condense it myself, but everything I cut made it unreadable. So, apologies in advance for a summary that’s longer than my review.

This has been my year of intentional rereads—mostly because I wanted the comfort of knowing I’d be spending time with books I already loved. And in a few cases (some of which I’ve already reviewed), there were books I read after I stopped blogging or writing anything longer than a two or three sentence Goodreads review that I’ve been itching to finally write a “proper” review for. Road of Bones by Christopher Golden is one of them.

There are a few living authors I love enough to be automatic buys that I can count them on one hand. Christopher Golden has been on that list since I read his Buffy the Vampire Slayer tie-ins. How quickly I get around to reading each new book he releases is a different story.

What I adore about horror—when it’s done right—is its ability to rip my heart out, leaving me on the floor, shattered beyond comprehension. That ability to break me never fails to satisfy, even when I’m mourning characters who grew to mean so much. Golden writes the way I dreamed of writing as a kid, and because of that he creates worlds populated with characters I connect to instantly—people who feel so real I’m fully immersed within a few pages.

That ability is in 3D Technicolor in Road of Bones. From the moment Teig’s truck slams into a guardrail on the Kolyma Highway as he skids across icy permafrost, to the moment Nari stomps her hooves before slipping back into the forest, I’m sold. I’m ready and willing to believe in the reality Golden has created.

This is a folk-horror, ghost-story fever dream set in a place most of us wouldn’t survive for five minutes. I felt every icy blade of wind cutting through the landscape. I saw shadows sliding across my walls as they crawled out of the dark. I felt the fleeting relief, the deep bone-cold terror, the fierce love I developed for these characters, and eventually the hollow sorrow that settled in as I followed them across Siberia. And yes, I know I’ll put myself through it again with a kind of twisted joy.

Now I just need to decide which of the other four Golden books sitting on my shelves I’m going to pick up next.