Amid the worst storm in living memory, five Royal Marine reservists and a handful of civilians battle to survive. But mother nature and the heavily armed mercenaries hunting them are the least of their concerns. A seemingly unstoppable Pagan force has been unleashed from the darkest depths of our ancient past – a phenomenon that will stop at nothing to see humanity reduced to ashes. Low on ammo, no chance of rescue and surrounded by the unspeakable, it’s going to be 24 hours from hell. Let the hunt begin This reviewing lark can be hard work sometimes. My schedule is often set months in advance and much as I love reading, and I really do, it can grind me down. It’s at times like that where I crave something uncomplicated. A read that is nothing more than pure, unadulterated escapism. Chases, explosions, pithy one-liners, and wherever possible, undead spirits hell-bent on mass destruction is what I need. The elder book gods have taken pity upon me and provided exactly what I was looking for. This week I’m casting my beady eye over Wild Hunters by Stuart R Brogan. The premise is devilishly simple, a group of squaddies find themselves in…

When Liz and Nick Holland buy Wintergate, an isolated, long-empty Victorian seaside house, they believe they have found the perfect home. However, it isn’t long before it begins to have an unsettling effect on Liz. She hears the sound of crying babies in the dead of night, and a sinister presence seems to be stalking her, making her doubt her sanity. Wintergate has a dark secret. Something evil lives there, and Liz must unravel the house’s twisted history before she becomes its next victim. I couldn’t tell you the last time I read a haunted house novel. It’s strange because I am fascinated by the history of buildings. I can’t say I believe in the idea of haunted houses exactly but there is something endlessly fascinating about the thought that locations retain a sort of memory, an echo of the past. If this is a violent, bloody echo then who knows how that can affect someone’s mental state? The House of Frozen Screams starts off in a pretty traditional fashion. A young couple, eager to find their own place, happen upon Wintergate. It feels like a dream come true and before you know it, they are all moved in looking forward…

Time for another guest review, so without any further ado, it’s over to The Eloquent Page’s resident expert on all things werewolf, MadNad, for her thoughts on High Moor 2. The people of High Moor are united in horror at the latest tragedy to befall their small town. As dawn breaks, the town is left to count the cost and mourn its dead, while breathing a collective sigh of relief. John Simpson, the apparent perpetrator of the horrific murders, is in police custody. The nightmare is over. Isn’t it? Detective Inspector Phil Fletcher and his partner, Constable Olivia Garner, have started to uncover some unsettling evidence during their investigations of John Simpson’s past – evidence that supports his impossible claims: that he is a werewolf, and will transform on the next full moon to kill again. However a new threat is now lurking in the shadows. A mysterious group have arrived in High Moor, determined to keep the existence of werewolves hidden. And they will do anything to protect their secret. Anything at all. As Mr Cheesecake won the toss and got to review Graeme Reynolds’ first book in this series, High Moor, it seemed only fair that I got first…

When John Simpson hears of a bizarre animal attack in his old home town of High Moor, it stirs memories of a long forgotten horror. John knows the truth. A werewolf stalks the town once more, and on the night of the next full moon, the killing will begin again. He should know. He survived a werewolf attack in 1986, during the worst year of his life. It’s 1986 and the town is gripped in terror after the mutilated corpse of a young boy is found in the woods. When Sergeant Steven Wilkinson begins an investigation, with the help of a specialist hunter, he soon realises that this is no ordinary animal attack. Werewolves are real, and the trail of bodies is just beginning, with young John and his friends smack in the middle of it. Twenty years later, John returns to High Moor. The latest attack involved one of his childhood enemies, but there’s more going on than meets the eye. The consequences of his past actions, the reappearance of an old flame and a dying man who will either save or damn him, are the least of his problems. The night of the full moon is approaching and…