Hey you, yes you! No, not you….no, yo….you, you over there in the cape! Finally *tuts* Do you like horror? Do you like vampires? Do you like a rollicking good jailhouse siege (Yes, I’m talking to you now, yes you in the Elvis wig – I see you)? Do you like your story to be set in a dark, gothic, mountainous setting, preferably during the 19th Century?
What’s that? You do? Well, hurrah and break out the bunting (black, bat-shaped bunting, of course), because this could well be the book for you.
But, what if I said “NAY” to all of the above? What if we don’t like capes, or Elvis? What about us? Well, I say shut yer whining and open your mind, this may still be the book for you – and rethink you attitudes towards Elvis, man. Don’t worry about the capes, though.
The piercing, blood curdling screams rebound off the trees and resonate throughout the woodland surrounding your tiny cottage. Terrified you pull the sheet tighter and tighter around yourself as if that will keep away and protect you from the creature outside. As the howling and caterwauling get closer and closer you begin to realise those unbearable sounds may actually be words, that the creature is actually trying to say something. Straining your terrified ears you listen intently, yes, yes those are words. It, it appears to be screaming….. a blurb:
The monsters live inside of Kate Woodson. Chronic pain and a host of autoimmune diseases have robbed her of a normal, happy life. Her husband Andrew’s surprise of their dream Maine lake cottage for the summer is the gift of a lifetime. It’s beautiful, remote, idyllic, a place to heal. But they are not alone. Something is in the woods, screeching in the darkness, banging on the house, leaving animals for dead. Just like her body, Kate’s cottage becomes her prison. She and Andrew must fight to survive the creature that lurks in the dead of night.