The Music of Razors starts off like an old oak with dense foliage hardly letting in any light. As you read, the darkness of winter comes and the leaves begin to fall away. You then sense a faint path gingerly leading you along the fine stems, followed by sturdier branches and so forth. You delve further into the roots and you feel that you are being lead somewhere deep and dark with an uncertain future. I have savoured every part of the journey, watching the leaves fall - one at a time.
It has been a great pleasure reading such a beautiful, imaginative, honest and true book. I very much look forward to reading more work by Cameron Rogers.