Category: WEREWOLVES

Best-selling occult thriller: The Devil’s Own Dice

 

 

An ex-spy wakes up in an inescapable 13th Century dungeon; no light, no food, way out!

The Devil’s Own Dice is book 3 in the Ordo Lupus and the Blood Moon Prophecy series.

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Grail of the Secret Sun

Rip is now The Hole Inside the Earth

Part 1: Grail of the Secret Sun

Only the Vampire Priests understand the Blood Moon Prophecy: “A drop of His blood fills the cup and brings the Blood Moon Dawn.”

Water makes people forget.
For seven ages They have walked the Earth, seeking a cave of Vampire Priests. For only the Priests know the meaning of the riddle, believed to hold clues to an extremely ancient device that can restore purity to water.
The seventh age will be Their last chance.

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Excerpt from Orange
After perhaps an hour, during which time Tom began to believe his carriers had unlimited strength, the leader stuck his hand in the air and the column stopped. The snow seemed to ease and then stop altogether. While the strange leader laid out thick, flatbreads and salted rinds of meat on plates, the clouds cleared, and the sun began to warm Tom’s cheeks.
“Not so bad after all!” he joked.
His rescuers crowded around Tom while their leader, the only one wearing a white fur coat, raised a water-bottle to his patient’s lips.
“Good to drink?” Tom asked, feeling nervous.
The leader nodded. Tom tried a sip and found it to be water, clear and refreshing. He waited for any side-effects but only felt better. After eating some bread and meat, he felt better still and grinned. The leader raised Tom up by his shoulders and showed him the terrain ahead. The mountain path dipped down to a dry valley and then rose to a line of green hills. These lacked the icy caps of those Tom could see either side of the mountain they were on, but beyond these, far beyond and just poking through a haze of cloud, he could make out a single peak, rising much higher than any other hill or mountain. Upon its tip he could see no snow but only two jagged peaks, one white and one black.
“Where are we?” Tom asked.
The leader of his rescuers pointed to himself. He said, “Inyan! Inyan!” and pointed to Tom, who replied:
“Tom. Tom Merriweather.”
Inyan shook his head and pointed to tom. “Omacron! Omacron!”
“Omacron!” Inyan’s men echoed.
“No! Tom!” Tom repeated, but Inyan only laughed and moved to Lucky. He repeated his introduction.
“Alan!” Lucky replied. “But everyone calls me Lucky.”
“Alan Lucky!” Inyan replied, laughing. “Tallana!”
“Where are we?” Tom asked.
Inyan shook his head and furrowed his brow. Tom swept his arm around to encompass the whole landscape before them.
“Ah!” Inyan replied. “Atalan’Tea Llantu.”
“Okay. Nice.” Tom asked, “And that?” pointing to the high peak in the far distance.
“Tpatam t’akalliyan,” Inyan replied.
Inyan’s words sounded strange to Tom, guttural, with lots of glottal stops and sudden sounds that surprised him. But he found Inyan’s face reassuring. The stranger had a long face and doleful eyes that seemed sad in some way. His cheeks converged with his mouth in jowls that would make him look more and more like a bulldog as he grew older. But when Inyan smiled, he did so with his whole face, the creases in his cheeks disappearing as if a sun radiated from within. It was a simple, innocent smile that Tom had never seen in anybody, except children, during the war. And in Inyan’s eyes, as well as the apparent sadness, there lay a stillness that seemed like lake that had lain undisturbed for centuries. These features made Tom smile, so that he decided that he liked Inyan. Without thinking Tom reached out and took Inyan’s hand. At first the strange man from this strange land seemed unsure of Tom’s touch, but seeming to come to a decision, he clasped Tom’s fingers within his own and shook Tom’s hand heartily.
“Peroturnakar!” Inyan said, pointing to the sky.
“I’ve heard that word before!” Tom replied, not understanding the significance of the sky.
“Peroturnakar!” Inyan said, looking sad.
Tom looked up again and thought he saw something strange through the clouds. It seemed to him that high up there, above the clouds, the sky consisted of rock, faint but hanging impossibly over them and mountainous landscape.

Excerpt from Blue
My brother had a ball. When you tried to kick it, it moved away from you. I grew tired trying to hit the thing.
“Don’t think about kicking it,” he told me. “The ball is designed to read your intentions. Think about nothing.”
It felt very satisfying when I finally got a foot on it and sent it into the back of the net.
A ‘beeping’ interrupted his memories.
So I have been asleep?
He tried to open one eye, but it felt gummed up. Screwing his face up to make tears, he eventually managed to open one, only to see a panel, which proved to be the source of the ‘beeps.’ A sign flashed, ‘Hello Omah,’ in in red letters. You’re in waking up phase. I’m administering stimulants. Please drink the water.’
“Oh great! Thanks! I hate cryo-sleep!”
A distant hum occurred at the same time as his cryo-chamber began to incline. The glass-lidded container, little more than a box, began to raise at his head’s end and continued inclining until he lay at a forty-five-degree angle. The lid opened and straps released his arms and legs. He felt sharp stabs of pain as a needle retracted from each arm, but didn’t have the energy to say:
“Ouch!”
Omah remembered the water and tried to reach for a cup in a tray section of the chamber’s rim. But his arm wouldn’t move. And then he noticed how black the water in the cup looked, blacker than ink. It seemed warm and inviting and seemed to expand as he looked at it. He felt he could jump right into it, Deep within the liquid, far, far away, there seemed to be a faint light.
It came as a relief to see an attractive, blue woman approaching him in a white jumpsuit. But when she smiled he saw that her eye sockets looked completely empty, not empty as in the eyes are covered over, but as in a black depth, like a liquid, filled her sockets, a depth so fathomless that Omah lost his balance trying to find their bottom. He slid out of the chamber, teetered for a moment on numb feet and began to fall forward, onto a glass cabinet of surgical instruments. A moment stretched out for what seemed minutes, allowing Omah to think:
“What a strange place to die!”
Omah had no control of his feet, so it came as a complete surprise when the trolley, upon which the cabinet sat, rolled out of the way just before his face hit the pane of glass. The trolley crashed into a wall shattering the cabinet and sending glass shards skittering across the floor while Omah fell in a painful heap on the floor.
“Oh shit!” the blue woman cried, hastily turning Omah over. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, I think so!” Omah gasped. “I … don’t know how that happened!”
“I know how you fell – toxins in your muscles making them unusable. I don’t know how the hell you kicked that thing out of the way!”
“I didn’t!”
“Well, it didn’t move on its own! Your foot must have kicked it. Freakiest thing I ever saw! I better let the others know what happened. Let me get you into a chair!”

Excerpt from Red
Omah’s head-up display on the visor of his helmet indicated to him the likelihood of criminal activity with a coloured halo around each citizen; blue for law-abiding, white for untouchables, red for Scum. He had always had a visceral tendency for violence:
His mother thought he had a look like a, “Whipped dog.”
His father told him to, “Keep his collar clean.”
The funny thing was that he had never seen a dog.
He took another look at the row of columns under the Hall on the far side of the street and suddenly couldn’t remember what he had just been thinking. Not only that, but he had the feeling something had changed irrevocably.
A puddle near his feet dragged his attention away from the display in his visor. The more he looked, the more he felt as if he were being sucked into the black water. It seemed endlessly deep, but a dim light, like a lantern lost at the bottom of the sea, seemed to beckon him down. Without thinking Omah stretched his gloved hand toward the puddle, but a boot stepped in the puddle, sending ripples out across its surface. It was only water. Omah looked up, feeling angry, and stared into the empty eye sockets of a man. Where his eyes should have been, only endless, dark emptiness could be seen. There was no light at the back of the eyes at all. It’s repulsiveness shocked Omah, making him jump back.
“Look out!” the man screamed.
A car’s horn blared, somewhere close behind Omah. He heard the screech of brakes as he leaped for the sidewalk. An instant later, the fender of a black car entered the space where his body had been. The car accelerated away before Omah could get its license plates.
“Thanks!” Omah said, scrambling to his feet and stretching out his hand to the stranger.
“No problem! You nearly got hit! I just wanted to ask the way to the Mayor’s Office?”
“Oh.” Omah couldn’t think for a moment, because the man’s eyes now looked completely normal. “Back that way, second left. It’s on your right, about two blocks down. You can’t miss it.”
“Thanks! Take care.”
Shalto Denner leaned as casually as he could against the side of the brick column buttressing the City Measurers Hall under the colonnade. Shaded from the main street he lit the rollup he had stuck above his ear. He had thought about giving up many times, but it marked you out as Void scum; an emblem that could save your life in tight situations. This was one.
He recalled that his good looks had often caught him out, so he slipped on a pair of dark shades. He still looked handsome; silver hair above a craggy face, cross-hatched by age lines and azure eyes. A girlfriend, more generous than most, had described his face as like a crystalline rock face, carved into the likeness of a man.
‘Can’t keep it up long enough to satisfy a woman anymore,’ he mused.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sparkle of light in the crowd. Looking more closely he saw the distinctive black helmet of a Municipal Policeman’s helmet and slipped round the corner to hide down Subaltern Street.
Omah could see a sea of blue, flecked with white in his display, no red. This made him suspicious. From the corner of his eye he thought he saw a single flick of red vanish round the corner of the old Measurers Hall.
“Ah ha! Got you!” he muttered. The midday heat made sweat seep into his collar. He slowly shook his head once to sooth an itch. He decided to pass Subaltern Street and double back, round the block.
“Something’s going on, Sector 4, corner of Subaltern Street and Main. Falcon 2 requesting back up.”
“Roger 2. Falcon 3 right behind you, half a block, on the right.”
“Crossing to right now. Stop on the intersection and wait. I’m gonna circle round and flush him out. Suspect he’s the lookout for something. These buggers always have complex crimes in mind these days.”

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欧尔狼疮和寺庙门中国语言版本现已推出!

神秘惊悚欧尔狼疮和寺庙门中国版
神秘惊悚欧尔狼疮和寺庙门中国版
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I am delighted to announce that Ordo Lupus and the Temple Gate is now available in Chinese! Unless you read Chinese, you won’t want to read the rest of this post!

这个神秘的惊悚片可在以下网站:

http://www.amazon.cn/dp/B019OL9E6G
http://www.pubu.com.tw/ebook/61681
http://read.douban.com/ebook/17209149/

内容介绍
为什么一个声名狼藉的宗教暗杀组织要保他的命?男主人公亲眼目睹爱女被卷入一场血腥谋杀,女儿被遗弃的幼小尸体破碎扭曲,死状惨烈。身为退隐的军情六处特工,他决定找出女儿惨死的真相,却陷入了警方和妻子的怀疑。拥有预见能力的他为了洗清自己的罪名展开了探索之旅。此时的他只有一名身为历史学家、现代的医院骑士团成员的朋友,在这唯一朋友的帮助下,他踏上了一条惊心动魄的拯救之路,却发现自己痛恨的宗教组织暗中保护自己……神秘学,超自然,悬疑,狼人,吸血鬼,幽默,超能力,情节生动。喜爱作家丹·布朗神秘历史感风格的作者一定会爱上这本神秘学小说——一个描述黑暗力量、情节惊心动魄的故事!
本书分类:小说,惊险小说,超常现象,神秘学&超自然,悬疑,狼人,吸血鬼,幽默,超能力,情节生动。

अमेज़न भारत पर 24 घंटे के लिए नि: शुल्क मनोगत थ्रिलर!

Ordo Lupus and the Temple Gate cover
Ordo Lupus and the Temple Gate cover

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उसने कहा कि वह मुसीबत में वेयरवोल्फ स्मार्ट, सेक्सी डायन है
“” रोमांचक पढ़ें ‘दा विंची कोड के प्रशंसक मजा आएगा ”
आसानी से दस फीट ऊंची है, नाग के तराजू iridescently झिलमिलाता है, और अपनी आंखों बेचैन आग के गड्ढे जल रहा है, कई रंग के थे।
इस राक्षस के तराजू भी पुरुषों और महिलाओं के रूपों थे, पीड़ा में कर्ल करवाने, और कभी कभी एक प्रार्थना में अपने हथियार फेंक देना होगा।
“तुम मेरी आँखों में देखा जब आप विशालकाय सांप से पूछा, क्या महसूस किया?”
“दर्द। चरम दर्द। ”
“अगर के रूप में जला दिया जा रहा है? उबला हुआ जा रहा है, तो के रूप में?”

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Free Occult Thriller for Xmas: Ordo Lupus and the Temple Gate

Ordo Lupus and the Temple Gate
Ordo Lupus and the Temple Gate
To celebrate what I hope will be a wonderful Christmas for my readers, Ordo Lupus and the Temple Gate – Second Edition, featuring shifter mythology (vampires and werewolves) will be free from 23-27 December on Amazon: http://bit.ly/1gWteFq

Hope you enjoy it! Tell your friends.

Operation Peppermint – The Allied Fear of Radiological Warfare in WW2

December Radio cover
December Radio cover

Operation Peppermint
The hazards posed to nuclear veterans – whether personnel (including down wind civilians) were present at Trinity, Hiroshima and Nagasaki (included the targeted civilians) or at nuclear test areas thereafter – were well known prior to the formation of Manhattan Project. Indeed, radiation sickness had been fully described by medical authorities in Europe and the US in the 1930s. The radium dial painters – their illnesses and suffering – were tracked by US authorities from the 1920s until the last worker died in the 1990s. (Being the first human radiation experiment conducted without victim permission.) Many such workers suffered decades of ill health, many died in the 20s and 30s.

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Read more about WWII radiation experiments, including the project to build and detonate and Nazi Atomic Bomb in my forthcoming book: December Radio, to be published around 29 January 2016 by A-Argus.

Hunting Hitler
I just wanted to mention the excellent new History channel series Hunting Hitler. In short, last year the FBI released their own secret files detailing their attempts to locate Adolf Hitler after WWII. They did not believe the Russian story that Hitler and Eva Braun’s body had been burned in the Reich Chancellery garden and, to be fair, there has never been any solid evidence to support this claim.

It is well known that Hitler’s last public appearance was on 20 April 1945 and the FBI files show that 10 aircraft took off from Templehof airport (Berlin’s main airport) on the 21 April, one day later. What is more the manifests show many senior Nazis to be on board and also Hitler’s personal luggage. A few aircraft were shot down but at least one made it to the Baltic coast, where a U-boat could have been waiting. One other is rumoured to have landed in Spain (of course neutral and sympathetic to Hitler) although the radio messages were garbled on this matter.

The programme’s investigators used modern techniques starting with Means, Motive and Opportunity to suggest that Hitler could have made it at least as far as the nearest underground station to Templehoff on the 21 April. They then managed to locate a blocked up tunnel in hte basement of the airport which led toward the nearest underground station. They ended in Berlin with using hand held Ground Penetration Radar to locate a hollow wall (covering a blocked up tunnel?) precisely where they expected the tunnel to emerge.

In Spain they found further evidence that Nazi’s were active in a port called Vigo, in North West Spain, only a short distance from Franco’s personal retreat. A strange gantry for loading tungsten, of which the area is a major producer, remains next to the bridge and can be clearly seen on Google Earth. It could well serve to load raw materials onto submarines. Eye-witnesses talk of seeing U-boats docking for more than 3 months after hostilities ended, and it is well known that 46 U-boats were never accounted for.

Another team is attempting to locate a U-boat off the coast of Argentina, where a local Nazi had wool production company and owned a private bank. Eye witnesses report seeing a U-boat scuttled in the area in the summer of 1945.

Now, while all this is new and exciting and I have to admit, compelling given that Hitler was not a man to ‘give up’ easily, I have some reservations about this programme so far.

  • Firstly, Hitler didn’t kill himself (according to eye-witness accounts) until 30 April, almost ten days after the team said he could have left. Hitler still believed he could win at this point and I am not convinced he would have left so early.
  • Secondly, I have seen the eye-witnesses, who stayed with Hitler until the end, talking about what they saw. At all times they stare straight into the camera and look to me as if they are telling the truth. Would they really have been duped by a double?
  • Thirdly, possible the only exception to the ‘honest stare’ is Traudl Junge, Hitler’s last private secretary. She always maintained she had not known about evil’s perpetrated about Hitler’s regime. In early interviews she looks honest and open. However, in 2002 she was interviewed for the film Blind Spot: Hitler’s Secretary, when she already knew she was dying of cancer. She admitted in this film that she finally had realised her own guilt but could not come to terms with it. She does avoid eye-contact with the camera and this could be guilt. Would somebody finally admit to feeling guilty but still not admit that Hitler had escaped (if he had) once she knew she had nothing to lose and everything to gain by telling the truth?
  • Finally, Franco and Hitler did not like each other. Franco wouldn’t do what Hitler wanted and thought the German Dictator irritating. Would Franco really have hidden Hitler in his personal retreat?

It’s worth remembering that just because Hitler could have escaped, doesn’t mean he did. I await the rest of the series with interest.

The Synchronicity Code

The Synchronicity Code cover
The Synchronicity Code cover

Just a quick note: you can find out more about me and the book in a new interview on the English Informer in France.

Big Lazlo Ferran Project coming in 2016
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Want to Meet the Author Lazlo Ferran?

The Synchronicity Code cover
The Synchronicity Code cover
The Synchronicity Code was out a week ago and to mark the occasion Rukia Publishing have done a Meet the Author page about me. You will find out a lot of new things about me and the book there! http://ow.ly/Ui1gL

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