The Return of the Wolves of Cairnwood Manor
Shadows Over Somerset, the first chapter in the Cairnwood Manor trilogy, is now available. You can order it for Kindle or Nook, or my preferred format, Trade Paperback. Not sure about pulling the trigger? Maybe this interview, conducted by Greg Mitchell over at The Coming Evil, will sway you.
“With its dark, gothic atmosphere and breakneck action, Shadows Over Somerset’s got a little something for fans of every dark persuasion.” — Stephen Mark Rainey, author of The Gaki & Other Hungry Spirits
“In the first few pages alone we are given proof positive of what terror lurks around every corner… and it’s this tension that shines through on every page.” — Insidious Reflections
“I recommend Shadows Over Somerset to all horror fans (even those who don’t particularly care for vampires, werewolves, or witches).” — Horror-Web
What evil lurks in the heart of Cairnwood Manor?
Michael Somers is brought to Cairnwood, an isolated manor in rural Indiana, to sit at the deathbed of a grandfather he never knew existed. He soon finds himself drawn into a strange and esoteric world filled with werewolves, vampires, witches… and a family curse that dates back to fourteenth century Scotland.
In the sleepy little town of Somerset, an ancient evil awakens, hungering for blood and vengeance… and if Michael is to survive he must face his inner demons and embrace his family’s dark past.
An excerpt from Shadows Over Somerset
The wolves had gathered in a wide circle around Lilith. She turned slowly, staring each in the eyes as she did so. She paused at Sebastian. He smiled. He knew what she had planned. He also knew that it would cost her dearly. He had seen it before, years ago when he first took control of the pack. He fought to calm his mind knowing that she would need his strength to pull this off.
“I call thee to this circle of power,” she began, lifting her arms to the Heavens, “to this meeting place between the world of man and wolf, and that of the realm of the Goddess, who shall guard and protect us and preserve and contain the power which we shall raise in her name and for the sake of the House of Cairnwood everlasting.”
“I summon, stir, and call to the sacred spark of divinity that resides within this circle. Watchers of the four quarters bear witness to this rite and guard the circle from the forces of evil,” she called. Overhead the clouds began to part around the full moon. It shone down upon the circle of wolves and they began to writhe as its magic touched them.
“I invoke thee and call upon thee, oh Goddess, mother of us all. We call upon the Master of the Hunt that he might bless this rite and give aide in this time of need. I call upon the pack and invoke the sacred name of Angus MacGregor, sire of the clan and he who was first changed. I call upon the powers to feed the pack from its wellspring that it might be channeled to the aide of the clan. In the name of the ancient of ancients and the holy of holies, in the name of all that was and is and shall be…Feed me with your awesome might!”
Alex could only stare in wide wonder as those within the magic circle began to shimmer. A faint glow emanated from the gathered and then a wind swept toward them. Alex was transfixed as the wind funneled and swirled within the circle. Her ears popped and suddenly the faint glow become a radiant green and joined in with the vortex that reached toward the moon above. The emerald energy was drawn from the wolves that made up the circle and channeled into Lilith who cast it toward the moon overhead. Suddenly they all collapsed, the wolves reverting to their human forms and Lilith left smoking in the circle’s center.
Alex was shaken to her very core and knelt upon the ground with mouth agape. She had just witnessed an act of magic unbelievable and she knew in her heart of hearts that nothing for her would ever be the same again.