Writing Inspiration From Cornwall

I love my caravan holidays in Britain. I try to get away at least twice a year. Coastal getaways in cute little caravans are my idea of vacation heaven. No fighting in queues at airports or long delays. I enjoy foreign holidays, but the hassle of getting there means I only go away if I REALLY REALLY want to see that country.

Anyway, last week we jumped in the car and headed to Cornwall, a county I have never visited before so was excited with anticipation of what to expect and I wasn't disappointed. We stayed near a tiny fishing town of Perranporth. The locals were very friendly and the beaches were spectacular, in particular Cartock beach, although I did end up with third degree burns. Damn my fair skin!

The Highlights:

TRERICE: This was a beautifully preserved Elizabethan Manor house. I arrived whilst it was still daylight and the gardens were outstanding, but the real tour of the house began as it turned to dusk. We were guided through the Orchards where they had candles hanging from the trees, which gave a romantic atmosphere. Then the tour turned to the great Hall with a roaring fire, mulled wine and savoury biscuits. To add to the ambiance foliage from the gardens had been scattered over the stone floors and candles dotted around the room and in the Minstrels gallery.



Once dusk had fallen to night, we were instructed not to utter a single word from there on. The whole house was lit only by candles and we were led to a drawing room and what I found so hypnotic were the paintings as the candles flickered I could have sworn one painting of a female smiled at me and another of a man winked at me! Spooky!

We were then led to the minstrels gallery and as I looked over into the hall we had just been sat in, two women dressed in Tudor clothes were giggling as they swept the floors by the fire. Now I found this bizarre because I felt like I was the Voyeur, none more so as we entered a bathroom. The bath filled with bubble bath and clothes and towels strewn on the floor we then entered a bedroom and as my eyes became accustomed to the light I looked at this body in the bed and thought"is this a dummy or real" so me being the curious creature I am walked towards the bed. I was seriously considering poking the bulk under the covers with my finger when the whole thing moved and began snoring! I nearly jumped out of my skin, then had to stifle an attack of one my famous giggling fits. I LOVE BEING SCARED. Whatever floats your boat right?




What I loved about this tour was the attention to detail the staff had put into this night time tour and instead of it being another Most Haunted style ghost hunt they had cleverly flipped it on it's head so that we were to experience what it must be like for a spirit to watch the living going about their daily lives without anyone being able to see or hear them. Fantastic!

Book Review Come Closer by Sara Gran

Afternoon All,

Today I have a book review of a demon thriller called Come Closer by Sara Gran. The book begins with the narrator having trouble with tapping pipes and she seems to be quite a suppressed character, always doing things to please other people instead. Creepily all these strange perverse behaviours like stubbing cigarettes out on her husbands leg and blacking out only to find the local shopkeeper dead and the narrator has blood spots on her blouse.

The strange behaviours become increasing disturbing and violent until it reaches a terrifying climax.

I really enjoyed this book as there is something very sinister about demon possession and the thought of not being in complete control of your own body and knowing that some else is taking you over must be really frightening. Anyway there were a couple of questions that left me thinking that either the author had forgotten to tidy up a few loose ends or that she has purposely left it open ended so that you the reader can draw your own conclusions (personally I don't like this, if your going to tell a story then tell the whole story please.)

The loose ends were as follows:
1, Did her husband have the affair with her family doctor and was the shrink in cahoots with them? (as he tried to persuade her to leave her husband and he knew things about her that only her husband should know.) OR

2, Were the shrink and family doctor fellow demons, who were persuading her to eat more salt because this would speed up the possession process.
This was all too ambiguous for me.

3, If Naamah is this all powerful demon as was hinted throughout the book then why didn't she use her power and strength to bump off a few psychiatric nurses and escape the lunatic asylum? OR

4, Maybe the author plans to bring out a sequel that will continue Naamahs mischief further.
I hope so, this book was short and snappy and easy to read.

First Part of Sample Chapter to Vampire Sorceress Third Book in The Beyond Series

He sat staring, hypnotised by the only light in his room. The light of a single candle, he watched it flicker sporadically as a cool breeze, from a balcony door which was slightly ajar, it swirled around the hotel bedroom. The heavy, gold velour curtains, rustled gently by the window. The décor was very dark and oppressive, with wall to wall dark pine cladding, brown bedding sheets and worn paisley patterned carpets. He was staying in a very old ski lodge in the bowels of the once Eastern Block country of Romania, though thankfully the citizens were now free of the tyranny of the communist years, it was still very obvious to the westerners eye that a lot of work still needed to be done to the country to bring it kicking and screaming into the 21st Century.

He blinked for the first time in what seemed like an age, as the howl of a solitary wolf drifted over the pine covered ski slopes that engulfed the tiny village of Piona Brasov. He smiled as he was stirred from his melancholy stare, as he thought to himself “What a perfect place for him to find himself, being what he was and now the obligatory wolf resounding its sad chorus outside, how cliché.”
He rolled his eyes to the ceiling in a mock gesture of boredom. As he did so he stopped as his hearing began to tune in to a very different song now.

“Great.Euro-trash pop, that’s all I need.” He cursed under his breath.

He had heard youngsters call the music as such and he honed in his hearing to route out the source. A discotech from the basement of the hotel next door. He pushed his senses further, through the building and he could now hear the voice of young adults chatting about clothes, music and the opposite sex. He smiled again.

“Youth, they never change. And the 20th Century think they invented the teenager.”

He shook his head reminiscently. He sat staring at the candle once more, trying desperately to ignore the party next door, but it was no use, tracking the sources of the music and voices had also inadvertently woken his other great sense. Smell. He could smell the alcohol on their breaths as they spoke to one another in the disco and now the faint smell of human wafted under his nose, teasing his next great sense. Taste.
Young blood, his heart pounded. No, I mustn’t, his brain screamed, the old and evil only.

“That’s it.”

He slammed both hands on the desk in frustration and pushed himself up from his seat. The chair fell backwards onto the floor, but he didn’t even bother to set it straight again. He grabbed his black raincoat from the bed and paused for a second to admire his adorable chiselled features in the mirror. His black hair was dishevelled as it fell over his shoulders, but that was how the trendy youths of today wore it. His skin was pale, but perfectly flawless. He jutted out his jaw and ran a finger over his eyebrows, to ensure every hair was perfectly in place and his deep brown eyes shimmered with a flicker of gold in his pupils that no human could resist. The peacock was preened and ready to go out prowling. He shot out of the balcony door with invisible lightening speed.

The smell of young fresh flesh drove him insane as he leapt from the balcony of the fourth floor and landed with such precise agility he would have earned a perfect 6.0 in Olympic Gymnastics. He walked as slowly as he could so he could pass for human if anyone was watching from their windows. Why? He wasn’t too sure, seeing as anyone could easily have seen him throwing himself off a balcony.

“Must be more careful,” he thought, “don’t want a repeat episode of St Petersburg a century ago.” If it hadn’t been for his travelling companion he could have been burnt at the stake. “Well almost, slight exaggeration,” he smiled ruefully at the memory.

Any guilt or sense of morality was lost to him now, the lure of blood was too strong and the hunt was now on.

“Just a little nibble of the tiniest hors d'oeuvre,“ He mumbled to himself, then flashed a wicked smile. “Must not do that when I get in there,” he thought. “Don’t want them seeing my pearly whites now.”

He continued down the steep driveway to the hotel Lavka next door to the one he was temporarily residing in.

The smell of pine and cedar were strong now he was out in the open, but the smell of human was even stronger and certainly more alluring. He took one last look on to the ski slopes and saw the mist from the Carpathian mountains weave its way through the trees, when he caught out of the corner of his eye the flash of a wolfs red eye. “I hope you’re not spying on me?” He growled softly as he flashed a soft Gold glittery eye too the wolf. The Red she wolf watched him for only a second then scoffed loudly and sauntered off back into the woods.

Although this was a ski resort, it was September, the end of the summer season was yet not cold enough for snow. This meant there were hardly any tourists milling around the resort and this was just how he liked it. He entered the nightclub around the back of the hotel. The Disco was decorated from floor to ceiling with mirrors and the disco ball in the centre of the ceiling twinkled and flashed and bounced off every mirror. The place was relatively dark, but that didn’t bother his eyesight. He didn’t even need to adjust to night vision as his sight was permanently in night vision mode. He had to adjust his eyesight to light vision, if artificial light was switched on. The rest of the club was furnished in dark blue velour and the seats were set out in little dens. It was the perfect 1980’s roller disco/euro trash disco scene.

Sample Chapter - Great Escape - 2nd Book In The Beyond Series - Demon Lupus

They arrived back to the Rossendale Valley within an hour and half. Paul had already passed Lily’s new passport to Joseph as they entered a local French restaurant. There were two reasons for them coming here first. They needed somewhere quiet to discuss their plans in private without eavesdroppers by the names of Andrew and Carmel and the French restaurant was chosen by Joseph and Jason because it was the only restaurant for miles around that wouldn’t raise an eyebrow for asking to serve them raw meat, but actually sold it as a speciality.

As they sat down they ordered immediately.
“Five Steak Tartars please” Joseph smiled at the waiter as charmingly as he could. They were all starving hungry and the faster the food came the better.
No sooner had they sat down then the discussion began.
“So now we have a passport I want Lily on the next plane out tomorrow. We will take her to the Bobby Shop to check in then we will high tail it to the airport and get on the first plane out. That means we have a full twenty four hours to get back to the States and disappear back into obscurity at the Den.” Joseph took a huge bite out his bread roll.
“Wait a minute.” Everyone looked at Lily and suddenly realised that no one had actually had the courtesy to discuss plans with her first.
“So you’re telling me that I am going back to Eden Prairie tomorrow.”
“That’s right Princess. Are you okay with that?” Joseph smiled.
“Am I?” She grinned “Is this for summer or is it permanent?”

He smiled again “Permanent!” He loved giving his daughter good news and he knew how desperate she was to get away from her “Aunt and Uncle”.
“Well that’s great Joe, but we have a small problem that seems to have been overlooked. My Passport! Its been revoked, remember.”
“Ah yes, that’s why you may want this!” He handed over a small navy blue pocket book to her. She looked at the Golden Eagle embossed on the front and with her mouth gaping open, looked up at Joseph then to each of the three other men around the table one by one. She opened up the first page to see her photograph. It was a couple of years old as was the passport. She glanced at her name, expecting it to say Lily Roberts. Instead she took a double take as she realised her name actually read Lily Brannigan.

“I…” She paused. “I don’t understand!”
“Well we can’t sneak you out of the country with your current name or as a British Citizen. It will be easier this way.”
“But, but how did you get this made up so quickly?” She narrowed her eyes accusingly. “Is this a false passport?”
“No Princess. Its real. Bona-fide. Kosher.”
“Okay. Okay I get it. Its real. But Brannigan? How can I be two different people?”
“I registered your birth in the States, when you were first born. I think ahead. It was a just in case get out clause.” Joseph felt awkward about this conversation, especially as Jason, Paul and Tristan were all listening too. He had to play this carefully. He had warned them not to tell her the whole truth just yet. He had to get her to agree to come back to the Den.
“Just in case clause?” She repeated slowly and somewhat suspiciously.
“Well the life we lead sometimes warrants us to be overcautious.” He looked down and began to play with his fork.
“Are you guys gangsters or something?” Lily was partly right he thought ironically. The others just shuffled awkwardly in their chairs. They were gangsters of a fashion. They just didn’t always abide by human laws to make money or to get what they want.

“Look Princess, give me your passport back. I will look after it for you.” She dutifully obeyed. She felt so happy for the first time in a year, when she last stayed at the Den in Eden Prairie, but a little dubious about the name change. She concluded it was because she was in trouble with the law and nothing more, she had always wondered why Joseph had named his house the Den too. Maybe she would ask him when they got there and were alone, seeing as this was to be her new home.
“Wait, what about Aunt Carmel and Uncle Andrew?” Lily suddenly felt a pang of guilt despite the fact that she didn’t like her guardians very much.
“Well you can come back and visit, when all of this mess blows over and they can come out to Eden Prairie.” Joseph hated lying to her, but he had to get her to Eden Prairie and then deal with the consequences later.
Jason rolled his eyes. He thought she wouldn’t have cared less about them after the way they had treated her over the years, keeping her under a tight reign. Showing her no love all her life, he was just grateful that she had experienced it with Joseph and his other brothers looking after her. Granted three thousand miles away, but they were always only a seven hour flight away.

Jason snapped out of his thoughts in an instant. He started to have one of his intuitive moments.
“Heads up guys. We have visitors. Looks like THEY have cottoned on to what is going down here.” They all looked at Jason and were all on red alert except for Lily who just looked at him frowning with confusion.
“Who are they?”
Just as she asked this a blonde haired man appeared at the restaurant window. From under his black leather jacket he pulled out a semi automatic gun and held it up to the restaurant window.
“Holy Shit!” Exclaimed Paul
“Get Down!” Jason shouted as a burst of gun fire shattered through the restaurant and they all hit the floor. Tristan threw Lily to the floor and landed on top of her. He held her down as she screamed in fright. The noise was deafening even for human ears, but for them it was unbelievable torture. Jason thought his ears were going to start bleeding it was that painful.

The gun fire ceased and Lily was trapped under Tristan still screaming in terror. Tristan tried to calm her down.
“Hush Lily. Your okay. No-one is going to harm you.” She stopped screaming, but was shaking uncontrollably. They started to get up off the floor.
“Tristan get Lily out of here.” Joseph ordered.
Tristan didn’t need to wait for any more orders he dragged her up off the floor with such lightening speed and took off towards the Kitchen door that Lily hadn’t even blinked before she realised they were heading out of the back door. How the hell can he and me move so fast she thought? Her mind was racing. None of this was normal, but the need for self preservation took over as she was running with Tristan at the same speed. From behind her she could hear another burst of machine gun fire just as Tristan yanked her up into the air as the pair of them cleared a ten foot wall and she found herself landing sure footed in a back yard full of empty steel beer kegs.

“Great! A public bar. I hope they are not mad enough to open fire in here.” Tristan rushed to the door and yanked the locked door off its hinges.
“How did you do that? All of that Tristan? We just cleared a fucking ten foot wall for Christ sakes.” Lily was hysterical now. “And who were they back at the restaurant? What’s going on?” She screamed.
“Please Lily just keep your voice down and get inside. We don’t want them to hear you.” Tristan grabbed her arm and dragged her into the back of the public house. Now was not the time to cajole her with soft words. Act now and try to explain away what she had just seen later.

Back at the restaurant three men had jumped through the broken windows and opened fire again.
“Jason GET OUT! Get the car and find Lil and Tris!” Joseph shouted over the din. We will take care of them!”
Jason waited for the right moment and shot out the Kitchen door as fast as Tristan and Lily had. He followed their scent and leapt over the Pub wall and ran into the pub. Joseph and Paul looked at one another from behind the bar in the restaurant that they were using for cover.
“Do you know how many bullets we can take?” Paul laughed hysterically.
“Don’t know brother. Never been shot at before. Lets find out shall we, after three. One, two, three!” They both jumped high into the air and somersaulted over the bar. Paul landed in a crouch then charged at the blonde haired gun man that Jason had first seen through the window and head butted him in the stomach. He grunted as the wind was knocked out of him and they both hit the floor with a thud. Paul grabbed the mans hair and yanked his head forward so fast and with such force that his neck snapped instantly and his cervical vertebrae was protruding out of the back of his head.

Joseph though had lunged straight in with a kung foo kick and his foot landed squarely in another gun mans face. His sheer strength crushed the mans skull and his nose caved into his head. As they landed Josephs foot was still attached to the man’s face. Well what was left of it. He stood there looking at the brains, flesh and bone that was seeping out of the face when he felt searing pain shoot through his back and then registered the crack of gun fire. He let out a guttural growl and turned around just as the third gun mans round of ammunition ran out. He clicked his trigger twice and realised his mistake. He looked up as Joseph and Paul walked towards him. Horror was fixed on his face and his feet wouldn’t move like they were super glued to the spot.

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Final Instalment of Rock World Chapter... Didikai Witch - 1st Book In The Beyond Series.

As Galleano figured more revellers would be on the streets than in the club by now, making it harder for an inconspicuous escape route as well as the added irritation of the armed English police force, who didn’t take too kindly to the mad English binge drinking culture, would be descending on the club to “take down” anyone left in here firing guns, casting spells or biting the hell out of everyone!

“Trust Sir Robert Peel to invent a gang of ‘Bobbies’ to irritate the hell out of me one hundred and fifty years after he is dead and buried.”
“You knew the man?” Lucas sounded surprised, but also greatly interested in the man who did so much for the Old English culture that was the epitome of their society today, as he was alive during his period as a mortal.
“Knew him Luke? Hell the bastard owed me one hundred English notes in a game of poker. I did offer to take his wife off his hands in lieu of the debt, but the mad man refused.” Galleano shrugged incomprehensibility at this offer he thought any man would never refuse. “You get yourself out of here Lucas; I will head off Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys.”
“You’re not leaving her here are you?” Lucas looked bemused as he nodded at the sleeping beauty.

“She’s not ready yet my friend. Besides I have some unfinished business to tidy up before I allow her into our world.” He took one more look at his long lost daughter and left the cubicle gracefully just as Lily in wolf form and Jason appeared from the staircase.

“Oh! Lily dear could you at least for once control your erotic need to change and tear my family’s throats out!” He announced in a nonchalant fashion.
Lily swivelled her ears to let Galleano know she had heard and understood his reprimand, but would choose to ignore it as usual. He continued.
“Lucas and I will meet you back at the lair, Good work tonight, despite the mess and ever present police cars that I come to expect from you two.” Jason nodded acknowledgement, but again chose not to be bothered to argue with Galleano’s sarcastic streak.

Before Galleano’s very eyes he too transformed into a coffee pelted, exotic muscular wolf, far too large or unusually coloured to pass for the Northern American variety, but if they kept to the back streets they could run to open fields soon enough without detection at this time of night, or was it now early hours of the morning? Galleano pondered for a millisecond then got back on track.

Jason howled as he ripped off his suit that hung from what was once his human shoulders, but was now shredded over his hackles from the result of his rapid growth, then on all fours Lily and Jason smashed out of the closed fire exit door and into the night.

“Is it just me Luke or do werewolves have no idea about neat and tidiness.” He sighed.
As Lucas and Galleano reached the fire exit they looked back to see Michael reach the top of the staircase. Galleano smiled briefly and pushed Lucas out of the non existent door and onto the fire escape.
“I told you to leave ages ago.” Galleano chastised to his companion. Lucas looked back at the dark haired beautiful man stood fearless by the staircase. Yes Lucas meant beauty. Then he disappeared into the night.

Michael heard flesh ripping and bone crunching as the untidy blonde man was unceremoniously shoved out of the fire escape. He saw a shadow with a huge wing span flap high into the Manchester skyline before it disappeared from his vision.

“Well Michael we are alone at last.” Galleano walked towards him then looked him up and down, before frowning at his crotch.
“Had an accident did we?” He was barely amused as he inhaled the smell of witch’s urine.
Michael blushed slightly then remembered his mission.
“Who the hell are you and where is Amethyst?” Michael tried to be as brassy and ballsy as he could, despite the trouser patch.
“Ah your daughter is quite well and safe.” He motioned theatrically to the cubical they had shared.
Michael gave a sideways glance at her motionless body and began to fill with rage as he realised somehow she had succumbed to whatever power this long black haired undertaker possessed.

“I am Galleano.” He said simply with a courteous smile with almost a bow to boot.
“Really!” Michael kept up his cool bravado. “Funny!” He sneered. “I called my pet dog the same.”
Michael knew he had over stepped the mark and underestimated the mans’ power as he glided up to him with such rapidity and had him pinned against the wall in a neck lock with just one elongated hand quicker than he could blink.
“Don’t test my patience Boy!” Galleano glowered.

Michael tried to cast an incantation, but his vocal chords were held too tightly together.
“Mighty Herne, Why oh why can’t you allow me to cast incantations by thought alone?” He prayed as he tried a disengaging incantation in his mind.

“Because my son if you could do that then there would be no hierarchy above witches and I would then be a redundant supernatural left to roam The Beyond like a fucking vagabond!” Galleano grinned now baring his vampiric fangs to Michael just to be sure he understood EXACTLY who or at least what he was dealing with.

Galleano lowered his grin to a threatening soft smile.
“I hope you properly emptied your bladder on the last pant pissing excursion.”
Michael struggled as his feet left the floor in his grip. Then without warning and quite to his surprise Michael dropped unceremoniously to the floor.
“I don’t want you to die Michael. You are her guardian and though you are a feisty, cocky little bastard, I would regrettably, for the time being like to keep it that way. You see I would rather have preferred Amethyst to have stayed under the protection of Avalonia for a few more years, but then she would never have invoked the spirit to become this all powerful witch and she wouldn’t have been able to use the ensuing years to practice and hone her witchy skills. So I guess I have to ask myself, which is the lesser of the two evils.”

Michael put his hand to his constricted throat and gasped for sweet air.
“What are you? You son of a bitch!” He spoke with hoarse rasps.
“You know what I am Michael. We could be allies, but if you wish us to be enemies then just say the word.” Galleano held his glare.

Michael thought it wise to hold his tongue. As Galleano drifted to the fire escape he stopped and turned back to look at Michael over his shoulder.
“By the way, I am NOT a son of a bitch, that’s Jason’s role. I am the son of a Croatian whore.” For a moments lapse in his concentration Galleano looked down his gaze in regret then turned back and disappeared out of the fire exit. The same ripping, tearing sound resounded around the VIP lounge as a shadow wafted past the door and disappeared.

Michael followed him in disbelief, he looked into the sky and down onto the street below. There was nothing except for a howl in the distance. Michael thought he was going mad. What, who did he just see then. The one, whose smile reminded him of someone he knew, he suddenly felt sick for Amethyst, he couldn’t hear her thoughts anymore.

“Amethyst!” he yelled and turned around to see her still lying on the tacky nightclub furniture. He scooped her up in is arms.
“Amethyst”! He whispered in her ear.
Alex, Kate and George had now joined Michael upstairs. Alex pulled back the curtains that kept the VIP lounge private.

“Oh God no” Michael was as close to weeping as he possibly could hold back.
“It’s okay” she’s still alive Michael.” Alex checked her pulse then checked all around her neck.
“You must have got here in time, No bites.” Alex felt relief wash over him.
“What?” Michael exclaimed in disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about Alex?” Michael was refusing to accept what had just happened.
“Did you or did you not just see two vampires fly out of that door Michael?”
Alex was serious, but Michael laughed almost hysterically.
“Alex this is nuts, first George starts babbling about werewolves and now you about vampires.”
“I didn’t mention Vampires to you.” Alex was concerned for his sanity; it reminded him of a look he saw on Carla’s face when he first found her at a psychic fair.
“Anyway how….” Michael stopped to think how Alex could possibly know about Galleano and the other Vampire.

“You read my mind AGAIN didn’t you?” He was seriously pissed off now.
“I merely saw in your mind what you saw with our own two eyes Michael. You were…well somewhat frightened and you let your guard down. I saw what you saw. Now help me get Amethyst out of here before this place is crawling with police.”
“Yeah and another thing, I thought you were high tailing it out of the men’s room?”
“We saw the were-wolf walk upstairs and decided to stay and help. Between the three of us we are holding the doors locked with our own inimitable gifts so we can keep the police out.”

They suddenly all turned in unison as they heard the doors break front and back of the club as the police barraged through.
“Shit!” Was all George managed to say under his breath. Michael looked at him properly for the first time. He had never heard the shy man speak up until now.
Quick thinking, Michael headed for the open fire escape.
“Follow me, hold skin on skin and stay close.” He muttered a Gypsy incantation under his breath. The scholar that Alex was decided then and there he was going to learn gypsy dialect, just so he could understand the type of spell Michael was casting. They all held each other by touch of skin on skin as Michael directed them and exited the eerily silent club through the same fire exit Michael had seen two were-wolves and two maybe vampires fly out of.

He still felt confused at what he had just witnessed and now he was worried for Amethyst.
“Why wouldn’t she wake up when he picked her up?” He cast power thoughts to her, but there was no response.
As they walked down the iron staircase outside the club in single file Michael
being first in line stood still and held his breath.

Didikai Witch - Second Instalment of Rock World Chapter

Michael was trapped in a corner of the bar with a woman slowly and malevolently approaching him, whose temper was as fiery as her hair. He threw his last desolation spell, coupled with a few charmed words for added effect. This time it hit Lily square in the chest. She yelped like a wounded dog rather than a woman screaming in pain. She hit the floor hard like a rock.
“Bingo!” he yelled in triumph. “You’re a hard bitch to kill!” He smiled in a self indulgent manner that was short lived. Her supposedly lifeless body began to shake and convulse.

He heard a ripping sound as if her clothes were tearing. No. He corrected his hearing as he watched in horror and tilted his head in morbid fascination. It was more like flesh tearing, muscles and sinews stretching and was that…. No it couldn’t be, the sound of bones twisting and cracking.
He was brought back to the situation in a flash as he heard Alex yell over the now empty club.
“Michael over here quickly.” He looked up and behind him to see Alex’s head thrust itself out of the men’s toilet doors.
“Hurry up! We can get out this way. The toilet window!” He implored.” The Police are coming.”

He looked away to the front doors as he saw the blue flashing lights before the sirens even registered. He glanced back at his worthy fighting opponent he still expected to be lying on the floor in a post seizure posture. His eyes widened as what was actually in front of him was a very large amber haired dog. Correction wolf. Drooling and growling for his blood.
“Shit!” He didn’t dare turn his back on the beast. “Alex you get yourselves out of here. I will meet you back at the house. Trust me.” He suddenly felt something warm and wet trickle down his left leg.
“Crap!” he said under his breath. “I’ve actually pissed my pants!”
He could have sworn at this point that the wolf was actually letting out a doggy snicker.

She then growled again. This time she meant it as she bared her teeth. The fangs looked enormous to Michael and all he could do was stand there frozen to the spot, which was actually the best thing he could have done in such a situation. Wolves enjoy nothing more than to play on the fear of their victims in a hunt.
Not by bolting, they just both stood frozen to the spot glaring one another out in and staring stand off that would make any spaghetti western film producer proud.

Michael quickly realised that his best chance of survival was not to scram like the fretting rabbit he actually did feel like right now.
“Lily! LILY!” They both looked up towards the VIP balcony. Jason was leaning over.
“Get your ginger wolf butt up here. NOW!” He spoke with an American accent that was almost indistinguishable due to his panicked shouting of trying to command his subordinate sister back into rank.

Lily ignored him as she turned back to her nemesis and growled again. He had just knocked this warrior down with a desolation spell and she wasn’t best pleased.
He sent out as much telepathic thought he could muster to the angry hound.
“Listen to him! Cops are here. We will both die!”
She looked back at Jason as he let out a very loud, but deep guttural growl of warning to her, like an adult dog chastising an out of control puppy.

She looked menacingly once more at Michael with her iridescent yellow eyes and let out a lasting growl of warning. As she turned away she gave a gruff snort of not just defeat, but annoyance at not being given the chance for a real hunt.

Michael watched her slope off up the stairs towards her commandeering chief.
He let his head drop back in sheer relief then remembered the wet patch on his trouser leg that was now turning cold. He looked down at the darkened patch and shook his trouser leg as if it would magically dry.

“Ooh that’s not a bad idea.” He thought as he spoke a Romanian Gypsy incantation for desert dry pants again. He felt the warmth and tingling of the energy force as his pants dried leaving a stained patch that looked something like a basic science class chromatography experiment.

He groaned at the mess as he looked around then he headed up the stairs following wolf girl as the armed police surrounded the front and back of the building in strategic formation.

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My First Book in My Supernatural Thriller Novel Series - The Beyond - Didikai Witch

Rock World - Sample Chapter of Didikai Witch

All hell let loose now as clubbers began screaming in blind panic as they thought they were trapped in a fire fuelled building. The sirens were deafening as the music stopped and everyone ran to a door to get out. All except Michael, Alex and Kate ran onto the dance floor area fighting against the crowds pushing and crushing them from every direction.
George pulled himself off the floor as Michael dragged him out of another onslaught of panicked clubbers, he cast a protection spell around him and he huffed in amazement as he felt the tepid tingling sensation of the spell penetrate every fibre of his body.

“George are you alright?” Alex put his hand on his back.
“Yeah, fine”. George was breathless, with worry and disbelief at what was transpiring before them.
“Where’s Carla?” Alex shouted over the din.
“She bolted and set off these bloody fire alarms”. George rubbed the back of his head where he knocked it against someone’s flailing elbow, during the stampede.
“Have you seen Amethyst?” Kate asked in earnest.
“Yeah”. He pointed to the stairs, “She went up there with two men”. Michael ran to the stairs to hear George shout.
“Be careful, there are werewolves up there!”

Michael turned back to look at the three Daryavaush clairvoyants, mediums, necromancers, call them what you like, but these guys were serious. They actually believed in Werewolves!
“I have never heard of anything so ridiculous!” Michael scoffed. Alex, George and Kate glared at him in utter disbelief.

“You’re a powerful witch from the Romanov clan, who can use telepathy, read auras and manipulate the Universal life energy to your own advantage yet you cannot believe that a human can manipulate the same universal life energy to shift shapes into a beast whose gene lies dormant within a person until it is infected by another shape shifter?” Alex was incredulous. “Does this mean that you do not believe that I can see into the realms of other dimensions? Or that Kate can converse with the spirit world. Is this really all too much for you Michael?” Alex was now simmering at Michael’s total lack of comprehension and his shear arrogance that his family could possibly be the only humans in the world to possess any kind of power. He made no allowances to try and hide his condemnation. Michael cocked his head to one side as a theatrical gesture to listen to Alex’s mind.

“My, my Alex we are very intolerant today aren’t we.” Michael was about to continue, when he was rudely interrupted by Kate.
“Oh put your testosterone away both of you, I think we have a more pressing matters at hand.” She nodded towards the staircase. “It’s just a minuscule problem of the non existent art of Lycanthropy!” They all turned around to watch in horror as both the mousy haired Mr Olympia man known to Alex’s records as one Jason Brannigan and his fiery haired sister Lily march purposefully down the stairs.

“Alex.” Jason glimmered as his eyes shone deep amber, clearly trying to keep the wolf in him under control.
“You know them?” Kate whispered as they all began to back off towards the front door where most of the crowds had passed through and were spilling out onto the city streets.
Michael reached slowly into his jacket pocket and lifted out a pouch he had stashed in his pocket from the Pyramid vaults. He flicked his hand out in front of him as he gabbled an incantation in Romany Gypsy dialect. Both Jason and Lily fell backwards to the floor as the full force of Michaels debilitation spell hit them square in the chest as the sound of what could have been mistaken as a gun shot ricocheted around the now eerily quiet nightclub.

Jason growled in annoyance at his inability to move and was fighting hard to transmutate. Lily looked over to Michael menacingly as Lucas bound down the stairs knocked Michael clean off his feet and sent him sliding backwards across the dance floor crashing at the bar and then stopping sprawled into a table of empty glasses. Kate and George hid behind the DJ’s Record decks as Alex tried to run to Michael to help him up.

“You okay?” Alex tried to pull on his arm as he was lifted off his feet and thrust two extra feet into the air. He managed to see through the corner of his eye that it was Jason who had hold of him.
“Jason please, all we want is to make sure Amethyst is fine and well.” Alex stuttered.
“She is. Don’t interfere into things you don’t understand and never will, Alex.” Jason had no need to use any of his strength to push Alex into a corner close to Kate and George. Then all three scurried in a crouching position towards a door with a little stick man picture stuck to it.

“Jason, Lily. Galle has nearly finished. Come on back up stairs.” Lucas leant over the banister and nervously twitched with anticipation and slight irritation. Jason looked up at him and waved his acknowledgement. He turned and ran four steps at a time before vaulting over the banister and disappearing into VIP area above Michaels head.

He looked across the dance floor as Lily approached baring her teeth as she growled. Michael stood up and put a hand out towards her as if to let her sniff his hand.
“Sit, S…stay. Nice Doggy!” Michael put his other hand in his pocket. “I’m sure I have a Choccy Drop in here somewhere.”
Lily had had quite enough of doggy humour to last her a lifetime. She crunched her knuckles into fists and Michael and the others, who were now hiding behind the men’s toilet door, all heard her knuckles crack. As she let out a loud growl Michael threw a desolation spell this time. The noise was deafening as Lily covered her highly sensitive auditory senses, before picking Michael up high into the air and throwing him high over her shoulder.

Michael let out a yell as he flew through the air, backwards before landing winded behind the bar as bottles and cans came crashing down around his head. He crouched there for an age covering his head with his hands to protect his head from shards of glass

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First Ghost Hunt - The Beyond Series Books Research

A while back I decided to do some research for a book I was writing that featured ghosts and the paranormal.

I worked in an old mill converted into offices and I was hearing stories from some of the tenants who claimed they had heard noises such as factory machinery, people shouting when no-one else was in the building and two people told me they had seen a man in a brown foreman’s uniform on the stairs and in the corridor of the fourth floor then just disappeared in front of them. Both descriptions were almost identical and neither had told anyone else of the sightings.

Another claim was hearing voices of ladies chattering and laughing on the second floor. When I researched it I discovered that the foreman had died there and the loudest lady was known as Kathy who was the supervisor in the sewing room on the second floor. (This was all when the mill was a shoe factory that closed in the early eighties.)

I had a night vision camera so I decided to stay late one night when I knew a psychic was having a meeting with my boss.

I went wandering around the building in the dark armed only with my camera and began calling out for any spirits to make themselves known. I wasn’t in the least bit frightened of the dark, until I stood in the corridor on the second floor and began goading Kathy the loud and larger than life seamstress to show herself to me, saying things like “Come on I know you like playing jokes on people, show yourself unless your chicken.” Just then she appeared right at the side of my face, just for a brief second, but long enough to spook me so much I ran back up to the room where my boss was having the meeting. It was a real Most Haunted moment. I told them what had happened and the psychic just smiled and said, “Yes the foreman’s been keeping an eye on you, just in case Kathy went go too far, although he is curious why you would want to frighten yourself like that.”

My boss nor I had told the psychic anything about what I was doing there so late at night and she knew nothing of the history or the spirits in the building as she was visiting from another part of the country. It was so cool I would love to do a professional ghost hunt.

Surrealist Master Eddie Izzard - My Kind Of Comedy Genius

In few other circumstances would an audience find itself being asked to follow the logic of a story that unites The Bible and The Hobbit or a Cat Burgling Dressage Horse!!!
In an Eddie Izzard show, this is entirely normal comic territory.
And it’s a literature mash up that, by the close of his latest Force Majeure show, gets a whole lot more complicated with everyone from Cleopatra to Darth Vader taking a much needed tea break in the Death Star Canteen, God and Izzard’s long standing imaginary friend 'Steve'.

It has always been Eddie’s repertoire on stage to bumble his way into a surrealist grand finale that gathers together the crazy characters that occupy the show’s entire gag reel and for me the weirder the better, like his genius with Trouser Mountain..."The musical" and singing the lines delivered by Bruce Willis and Alan Rickman in Die Hard... "The Musical!"
"Give me my Detonators!!!" He sings low and menacingly. Then turns to himself as Bruce... "Yippee Ki Yay Mother F*****" Brilliant!!!

 Izzard’s comic skill has never really had anything to do with timing; instead he relies on a childlike charm that transports us all back to the experience of telling fantastical half truths in the playground.
His latest show is loosely based on the gods and monsters.Both, argues Izzard, being ludicrous.

His whimsical delivery has always been his tool and as a physical comic, he’s still the master especially when he’s pretending to be an unfit lion, a dressage performing horse, or a destructive kraken left me crying with laughter.