‘If you’re a fan of thrillers and spooky stories, you’ll
definitely want to pick up this book. It’s a quick, scary ride into the unknown
and it will have you jumping at every little sound at night!’ - (e)book nerd
‘creepy in all the right places’ – Donnasbookblog
‘blends elements of the occult, supernatural, and mystery
into a fast-paced, gripping tale’ – Horror After Dark
‘there was a
creepy atmosphere throughout the story and I never saw that ending coming.’ – Well Worth a Read
'Carries the creepy factor right to the last page' – Girl who Reads
We are The Thirteen and we are One
4
Yarborough Drive looked like any other late 19th century English townhouse.
Alice Lorrimer feels safe and welcomed there, but soon discovers all is not as
it appears to be. One of her housemates flees the house in terror. Another
disappears and never returns. Then there are the sounds of a woman wailing,
strange shadows and mists, and the appearance of the long-dead Josiah Underwood
who founded a coven there many years earlier. The house is infested with his
evil, and Alice and her friends are about to discover who The Thirteen really
are.
When death's darkest veil draws over you, then shall shadows weep
Excerpt
Suzie
leaped up and snapped the light switch on. We blinked in the brightness and
stared at the broken glass on the floor.
“What the
hell happened?” Suzie asked. “Who moved that bloody glass?”
I shook
my head and looked around at the shocked, white faces of my housemates.
Diana
recovered first. “I don’t believe any of us did. Alice, what did Lena say we
should do when something goes wrong?”
I
struggled to collect my thoughts. “She said…we can do one of two things. We can
either stop. Well, I suppose we have anyway. But we could start again if we
choose to. Or we could call it a night.”
“I prefer
that option,” Diana said, rubbing her hands together. “Does anyone else feel
cold all of a sudden?”
I nodded
and hugged myself. The room had grown chilly in the last few minutes and my
breath misted when I spoke. “Shall we see what Vicky’s got?”
Vicky had
been forming words from the letters I had shouted out and stared at her
notebook.
I
prompted her. “Vicky?”
She
looked up at me. “Oh, you’re all going to love this,” she said.
“What do
you mean?” I asked. “Does any of it make sense?”
“It makes
sense all right.”
“Then
tell us!” Suzie’s impatience bordered on anger.
Vicky
glared at her. “Fine. It says ‘We are the thirteen. We are one. He is coming
for you. He will take you with him.’”
The Darkest Veil is published by Crossroad Press and is available from:
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