This was a great
- and very different take - on a demon possession story. I found Catherine
Cavendish very easy to read and her idea very refreshing and interesting. I
will certainly be looking for more of her books. - Cat After Dark
With lovely, dark imagery and a terribly twisted way of killing innocent people,
Marnie and Elinor's story skates between true friendship and horror. Creepy,
just the way I like it. - Reading the Paranormal
Haunted by the death of her husband and only child, Elinor Gentry’s recurring nightmares have left her exhausted. She’s crippled by debt, and only the remnants of her former life surround her, things she can’t bear to sell, and wouldn’t make much profit from if she did. Then, for no apparent reason, the nightmares transform into pleasant dreams. Dreams that lead her to take back control of her life.
A string of horrific and unexplained suicides–and an unnerving discovery about Elinor herself—lead her best friend to seek help from the one person who has seen all this before, and things begin to spiral out of control. Hazel Messinger knows that Elinor’s newly found wellbeing is not what it seems, and Hazel’s not about to let the demon inside remain there permanently.
Excerpt:
Marnie looked around for any
larger windows but they were all the same. “I’m sure Elinor keeps a spare front
door key in the kitchen. In one of the drawers. I’ll go and check.” She
scurried into the hall.
And
stopped, halted by the chill.
What was
that? A faint, whooshing sound. Where from? Her palms were sweating. Her breath
coming in short, shallow pants. She couldn’t delay. She must find that key. To
the left of her was the living room and to the right, past the stairs, the
kitchen.
Straight
ahead was the front door. Maybe she would be in luck, and Elinor would have
only locked the Yale. She hurried down the short hall and tried it. She lucked
out. Locked with the mortise, just as she’d guessed.
Marnie
turned back to see something creeping down the stairs, black and amorphous,
serpentine in its movements.
She froze,
horrified. Heard a scream. Hers.
She rushed
into the kitchen and at the side door saw another mortise lock, with no key.
The thing
on the stairs must be closing in on her. She wouldn’t be able to get past it to
the conservatory. Pray God Elinor kept all her spare keys together.
Marnie
frantically rummaged through drawers filled with tablecloths and tea towels,
heedless as they spilled onto the floor. Hearing the swishing sound draw near,
she fumbled through the cutlery drawer. On one side of the cutlery tray lay a
bunch of three similar keys, all for mortise locks. “Lucky,” she murmured. The
side door was closest. She could open that and call to Hazel from there.
But by
then, Hazel was banging on that door.
Yelling
something Marnie couldn’t make out. Behind her, the whooshing sound was almost
on her.
She dashed
to the door and jammed key after key into the lock with shaking fingers. The
third key worked, and Marnie turned the handle, wrenched it open and was met
with a white-faced Hazel on the doorstep. But she wasn’t looking at Marnie.
By the angle of her head, Hazel was looking into the house.
“Marnie, get out here. And whatever you do, don’t turn round.”
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