WHERE WOLVES TALK
by D.L. Lewis
BLURB:
Kitten,
an American tabby residing in England, is a frustrated cat. He knows his place
in the world: he was born to kill. Killing, after all, is what felines are
supposed to do. Confined within his Lady's house, however, the young fellow is
deprived of the opportunity to hunt live prey. The mansion is a sterile
playground for a predator; offering nothing more than furniture which allows
itself to be brutalized far too easily. The ambitious cat is bored and hungry
for a challenge.
Kitten learns of a
passage hidden in his Lady's library: the Door, which leads to an unknown
world. The cat has been told that the source of all evil dwells openly in this
place. The feline is eager to fight the sinister personage and goes through the
Door with no hesitation.
The tabby finds
himself in what appears to be a forest like any other in England. It doesn't
take long for him to learn that this is a very different place.
Written in the basic
style of classic stories like THE LORD OF THE RINGS, WATERSHIP DOWN, and THE
CHRONICLES OF NARNIA, this novel can be appreciated on different levels. To
some readers, it's an allegorical tale: thought-provoking and filled with
symbolism. To others, it's an adventure-filled page-turner.
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EXCERPT:
Twilight was too short in this
world; expressing itself in a brief moment of pale-purple light that came and
went in a tantalizing flash. As the lavender glow vanished, darkest night
swallowed the forest in a voracious bite; making it cry out in noises far
colder than those of the warm pleasant morn: sounds dreadfully opposite to the
birdsong and happy chatter that filled the wood earlier in the day. The force expressing
itself now was redolent of hunger, fear, and longing: growls and whimpers
punctuated by the staccato of scrabbling feet; whinings and whirrings that
bespoke pursuit and flight; shrill screams articulating the futile desperation
that comes before a violent end.
The fur along Kitten’s spine rose.
Such terrors were foreign to a beloved house pet. In this wild, hungry place
each and every bush could conceal a lurking predatory animal; a lion, perhaps,
who would think nothing of making the cat into its evening meal. In his Lady’s
house, the tabby had been king of beasts; the only beast, if truth be told,
aside from an occasional mouse who might cross his path and flee at the sight
of the tiny tiger. Excepting his Lady’s water atomizer, Kitten had found
nothing to fear in his house. But this place: this wild, hungry place where a
Shorthair counted as no more than a tasty dish; this wild, hungry place where
rustlings and crunches seemed not mere noises but harbingers of impending
death—this wild, hungry place was dreadful.
AUTHOR BIO:
D.
L. Lewis lives in northern California with a cello, four cats, and a crow named
Harold. Where Wolves Talk is her first published novel; followed by Something
in the House—California Gothic, Doppelgänger, and Fighting Back.
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