Brooklynn Dean’s Deification tells the hellbound story of Torrence, a wickedly cunning paragon with an unnerving predatory approach, coupled with frightening recruiting powers that bring Manson to mind. Make no mistake about it, whatever talk she talks, Torrence walks the walk — with a catlike lithe and a tiger-like tenacity.
“Did she want to consume the gospels of the masses, the glory-to-Gods, and the so-called uplifting serenity of salvation? Of heaven? Or did she, perhaps, thrive in the violent words of horror tales and the gruesome songs of death?”
Torrence caught me off guard with her antics more than once, occasions which were somehow as calculated and controlled as they were seemingly chaotic and vicious. I stress seemingly, because Torrence makes it quite clear early on that she knows exactly where she’s going — the only question is if you’re coming with her, while understanding that she typically gets what she wants, and is highly unlikely to leave her prey unclaimed.
“She closed her eyes, considered the power swirling in her savior’s veins, in her veins, in the communions shared by them through spirituality and fate and nothing more, and she prayed to her demonic orator that tomorrow would bring virtue to her too.”
Torrence’s approach is quite scary in places. A small part of this is her sheer unpredictability, but the larger part that caused my caution is her uncanny ability to hone in on her prey’s weaknesses, as well as how she orchestrates the band to help execute her master plan. Without reservation, I can honestly say that Torrence is the scariest female character I’ve encountered in dark fantasy. She is a haunting, calculated nonpareil with sickening chess play. You’re best served to stay out of her way, praying you don’t become one she’s tracking to slay.
“Nothing stopped her, and nothing stopped her band of brothers — the handsome, vile creatures who were more monster than human, but not in any otherworldly way. Their monstrosities developed in childhood, in youthful teenage rebellion, in the suffering inflicted upon them; monstrosity of the spirit, and in Torrence, they’d found a leader.”
Ms. Dean is phenomenal with creative language. All of her lyrics tease with poetic power, blooming purple on occasion, effusing romanticized-yet-realistic philosophical observations while dancing with the devil in a sky-ripped realm.
“To Torrence, God was simply an idea — a thought or a sensation. God was the reminder of supposed-morality, that voice in one’s mind that paused the hand of a would-be thief before its fingers could lock around an item and push it into a coat pocket. God was synthetic.”
Also of note is an experienced sense of restraint in the writing that points to the Author’s awareness of the lanes dividing literary fiction and dark fantasy. While the prose playfully swerves over the line from time to time, the ride usually feels well in control.
“Visual and audible became physically felt, as if the spirit of the universe broke through the channels that separate parallel realities and exerted all of its power into simply making itself known.”
“ . . . and that alone would force the world into systems far deadlier and greater than any apocalyptic encounter anyone had thus far.”
Elegant and yet brutal, chaotic and yet controlled, Deification is a delightfully twisted tale, opening a helter-skelter portal straight to hell.