Mary Hades is drawn back into the world of the macabre as she moves with her family into the mysterious old house, Ravenswood. The mere mention of Ravenswood induces terror among the locals, and when strange things begin to occur, Mary and Lacey decide to get to the bottom of the secret hidden in the historic house once and for all.
As a dark power gathers, Mary finds her life becomes interconnected with the disturbing events that transpired in 1847 to eleven year old Liza Blair. The more Mary is drawn into Liza’s story, the more she realises someone close to her is in grave danger from the sinister energy at Ravenswood.
Set in the backdrop of an unsettling forest, and with strange neighbour Emmaline Delacroix obsessed with death and séances, Possess will take you even deeper into the murky depths of Mary Hades’s unusual life.
With strong language and scenes of horror this book is best suited to readers aged fifteen and over.
Book two in the Mary Hades series.
It is currently at 500,000 in the Amazon store but this series has hit the top 100 in the store with promotion in the past. :)
A sigh spread through the house. It began from some unknown place—an ancient, shadowy location—and it moved with purpose, working its way through the night, rustling the leaves of the trees that line the drive, passing the long front lawn and causing the tree swing to rock back and forth. Back and forth. It hesitated for the briefest of moments, waiting in front of the tall town house standing ahead with windows gleaming in the light of the full moon. Like a long moan it climbed the front steps and slipped through the keyhole into the hall. Had anyone been awake, they would have felt the pulse in the walls and the way the presence filled the rooms. The great exhale.
Up and up from the foundations it went, moving between bricks, under floorboards, seeping through cracks, passing the spiders lurking in dark corners. It flowed over stacked books and children’s toys, over the copper kettle and the lace shawls. It seemed all places at once and yet never there. It seemed always and forever and non-existent.
In their bedrooms the people turned. They sniffed in their sleep, half-conscious of the change. A man curled up his lip and sneezed, his nose tickled by his moustache. Next to him, his wife rolled over and let her arm hang down from the bed. A girl of thirteen lay on her back with her mouth open, breathing calmly. But when a cold chill caught at her fingers, her throat closed and she gulped in the bitter air, gulping down the sigh along with it. She rolled over and her breathing returned to its regular rhythmical state. Down by the kitchen slept a housekeeper. She was middle-aged with greying hair. Curled around her fingers was a string of beads. When the sigh passed over her, the beads dropped to the floor, taking the crucifix with it.
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French
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Already translated.
Translated by Jennifer Joffre
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Spanish
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Translated by Aranzazu Sanchez
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Author review: So professional and always excellent! :) |
