I have long been a fan of Mr. Wilson's finely crafted works of fiction (This is my Blood, Dark Ages Clan Vampire novel Lasombra, and many more), and you will become a fan, too, when you read his latest, Deep Blue, a complex and lyrical blues riff about agony and spiritual redemption. When a soul-dead, burned-out blues guitarist/singer named Brandt encounters a homeless black man whose heart-wrenching harmonica music rises from the depths of true agony, he begs the old man to teach him how to play that way. The old man warns Brandt that it is the pain, not the technique, that produces the sound. Brandt insists upon taking the burden of the old man's pain into himself so that he can play the blues with the same aching quality, but soon discovers that his new gift is also a curse. Brandt's music becomes imbued with sad, otherworldly beauty, but he finds he must play and play and play, lest the burden of the pain he's invited into his soul overwhelm him. Brandt and his band embark upon a spiritual quest to keep the restless spirits that surround them at bay and to fight the demonic force that feeds and grows powerful upon the world's pain. This is an exquisite meditation upon the nature of pain and redemption written with a blues sensibility that rolls through the mind like bleak, resounding chords of dark music. The perfect novel for a hot, sultry night.