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"I enjoyed this book. It's a different take on the haunted house theme. Take a walk in the nightmare world of Malpas Abbey. You'll be glad you did! I'm looking forward to the next installment of this series." - Reader
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From the Inside Flap
"What is evil?" asked Lord George Blaisdell. "Seriously, you fellows - what is evil, truly?"
The two other men seated at the great dining table exchanged significant glances. They and their host had drunk a sufficient amount of port wine to remove all inhibitions, but not quite enough to hopelessly fuddle the brain. Fortunately, much of the alcohol had been mopped up by the feast the lord had laid out for them.
"Evil is surely the rejection of Christian principles?" suggested Donald Montrose, a young Scottish writer of satirical verses.
The two older men laughed.
I've made a fool of myself, thought Montrose. Well, it was inevitable. I should not have accepted an invitation from such a man. I wish I was back in London among my fellow hacks. But I need a wealthy patron, and they are not easy to come by.
"A very Presbyterian answer, "rumbled Blaisdell, raising his wine to Montrose in mock salute. "Your chapel-creeping, Bible-thumping Scotch ministers certainly spend a lot of time condemning sin. Especially sins of the flesh, eh? Never stop thinking about flesh, your average holy man."
The lord snapped his fingers and a serving girl came forward to refill his goblet. She was completely naked except for a generous layer of gold paint, as were the other two girls waiting at the table. At first, Donald had thought they were statues standing in alcoves along the walls of the great dining room. He tried to avert his eyes from the girl pouring wine for Blaisdell, but could not help glancing at her obvious charms. She smiled at him, and he felt himself blush hotly.
"Simple lust, fornication, or any of your so-called deadly sins," continued the lord, running his free hand along the breasts and thighs of the girl. "None of them are really more than animal desires, impulses shared by all living things. Evil? I think not. Off you go, Sukie!"
Blaisdell gave the girl a playful slap on the rear and she retreated to her alcove. The lord turned to his guests and slapped his palm on the table to win back their attention.
"No, my friends!" he declared."Evil is not merely a falling short, a failure to observe some code or other. It is an active force in the world, a darkness at least as powerful as that of light."
Donald was puzzled by the question, and disturbed.
"Do you mean to suggest, my lord," he asked, "that the revolution currently underway in France is an upsurge in this force you speak of?"
Blaisdell looked at the young man for a moment, then gave a dismissive snort.
"Peasants banding together to chop the heads off their betters? Pah! Such uprisings are nothing new. But you have a point, Donald. Because if this revolution spreads, brings chaos to the whole of Europe - well, perhaps that will prove me right. Darkness will indeed triumph."
"Stop dancing around the subject, George," said Sir Lionel Kilmain, the older of the two guests. "What do you mean by evil? Devil worship, perhaps, like that damn fool Wilkes and his friends of the Hellfire Club?"
The lord mulled this over, staring into the blazing coal fire for a moment before replying.
"You are right, Kilmain," he said finally. "Now may be the Devil's time. And yes, a few short years ago the Hellfire Club made great play of toasting the Prince of Darkness and such. It was claimed that the infernal dignitary did put in an appearance at one of their gatherings. But there is nothing new in such practices."
Silly talk, thought Donald. Perhaps designed to get a rise out of me.
"Surely," he began, battling the alcohol to choose his words with tact, "only the ignorant peasantry believes in a literal Devil these day? Old Nick with horns, cloven hooves, a stink of sulfur?
For a moment, Blaisdell looked as if he might take offense and Donald tensed. He had heard that the notoriously wayward lord sometimes had his serving men pitch annoying house guests into his ornamental fountain. But then Blaisdell's broad face relaxed into a grin.
"Scoff away, Donald," the lord said. "I, for one, would not be surprised if Old Nick did not put in an appearance this very evening."
Kilmain gave a half smile, pointed a pale, bony finger at his host.
"I suspect you have a surprise in store, my friend. But please, toy with us no longer."
Blaisdell stood up, swaying slightly, and rested his large, flabby hands on the table top.
"What if I were to tell you," he said slowly, "that the monks of the old abbey were in thrall to Satan? According to the locals, they made sacrifices. My tenants still whisper darkly about blood rituals. Chickens, lambs. And even, on occasion, an orphan child. All slaughtered in a solemn ritual on a pagan altar. An altar that my workmen discovered lately while draining an old, mill pond."
Nonsense, thought Donald, the man is merely showing off. But he felt an undeniable chill despite the roaring coal fire in the hearth.
"Nothing would surprise me about a bunch of Papists," observed Kilmain, who Montrose knew owned extensive lands in Ireland. "Superstition and shenanigans all the way with your Catholics, I've found - an absurd mix of the Christian and pagan. I've lost count of the number of times some old biddy has put the evil eye on me for turning her family out of their hovel. But what of it? The monks of Malpas were driven out in the days of Henry Vlll. And good riddance."
"Yes," agreed Blaisdell, "and my ancestors acquired their lands at a very fair price. But the altar they used for their unholy rituals still exists, as I say, although a little worse for wear. It is, in fact, the centerpiece of a little temple I have had built, dedicated to the gods of pleasure and debauchery."
"A temple? I saw no new buildings in your splendid grounds," he mused. "And no sign of building work in the abbey ruins. So this temple must be-"
"Underground!" exclaimed Montrose, then felt himself blush again.
"Quite right," said the lord. "Beneath our feet, in fact. Come, my friends, let us descend into the ancient cellars of long-defunct Malpas Abbey! I have been quite busy. See what you think of my - my very personal conception of an unholy temple."
Montrose, unused to wine of any sort, wobbled slightly as he followed his social superiors out of the room. As he left, he caught the eye of the brazen Sukie, who gave a distinctive wink as well as a smile. Montrose had a sudden, vivid image of her slipping into his bed that night. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
I must not have lustful thoughts, he told himself, and made an effort to recall his toothless grandmother eating porridge.
- Publication date : March 8, 2018
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- Print length : 151 pages
- Publisher : Scare Street; 1st edition (March 8, 2018)
- Language: : English
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I'm very particular about the type of horror novels I read. I'm too logical to enjoy vampire or zombie tales, and being Jewish, I don't believe in the devil. There are a couple other types I can't believe in besides these. So, when I find a well-written horror story without too much blood and guts (Okay, I like Steven King), I try to snap up as many books written by that author as I can.
I have to say that the prologue did make me worry that I wouldn't like the books at first, because I thought it was going to be all about one of the above genres. However, my worries were quickly dispelled. I don't want to give away too many details, I'm always worried that I'll inadvertently let out a spoiler. Let's see if I can do this here:
The three books bring together a Lovecraftian explanation for the myth many cultures have regarding "changelings", "fairies," and other frightening denizens of the underworld who kidnap adults and children alike. The protagonists are members of British organization called the "Romula"? (I listened to it on Audible.) These people, as usual, not only struggle trying to keep people safe from these beings, they also hampered by the police and other governmental agencies. (I say "as usual", because this doesn't only happen in fiction!) Plus, at a certain point in the series, these agencies become infiltrated with the underworld beings.
The characterization is well thought out and portrayed, especially that of one woman of whom the series slowly center around. I'm interested to see if there will be more in this series.
One thing, and this is something that really bothers me. I know that narrators can find it difficult to alter their voices to sound like a person of the opposite gender, but this particular narrator's female voices really grate on me. They end up sounding foolish and childish. In fact, it seems to me that he uses the same voice for children as he does for adult women. And it's not only the voices he uses for women - the way their words are expressed also sound childish or even stupid to me. For example, one can say the phrase, "I don't understand," in the way a dullard would say it, or one can say it in a way that a normal or even bright person would say it. It's partly the speed and pacing of the worlds and partly the pitches used. I"m sure he's totally unaware of it and he does a great job with the male characters.
I could just be me, but I don't think so.
I'm definitely into this trilogy, it's concepts are very interesting and unique with dashes of Lovecraftian elements. A great combo in my opinion.
Pick this up, it's very good!
As for me, I'm off to the next one.
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