"I loved everything about this and read it in just over a day. The plot was well written and developed. I loved the idea of the witching hour! The whole story was intriguing and written in such a way that makes it hard to put down."
- Natalie "I recommend this book and am looking forward to the next one!"
- Reader "The only thing worse than dreaming about monsters is to have them still be part of your life once you wake up. Looking forward to reading subsequent books in the series."
"This is a good horror story and hopefully another book will follow!"
- Reader "Gripping.Terrifying how guilt can play with a man's mind. Witching Hour begins with a thrust of blood and carries you from that beginning to the present. Awesome story for those who enjoy fast paced horror."
- Reader "I could really empathize with the main character. I can't even imagine living with guilt and nightmares every night. Waking up to having them there still with you. This book was creepy but really a fun read. Good job Mr. Nasser! You nailed it!"
- Maureen "I am a huge fan of Nasser and here he is at his best. It was a wonderfully twisted tale that had me reading all night, caught up in what would happen next. A truly excellent book. Fitting the season and spirit of tales of terror for Halloween. I loved it."
- Shawne "A very compelling and fast paced story. Definitely worth the read."
- A.B. "Perfect to read on cold gloomy nights. A real page turner!"
- Ramona D."Great writing, excellent plot. Highly recommended for horror fans."
- Dani P. "A very well written, fast paced, easy to follow ghost story. Kept me interested from page one."
- Genalynn "Nasser is an excellent writer, and I really enjoyed the book. This is a great book for Halloween." -
From the Inside Flap
The world was on fire.
Kyle Ashfeld watched it all from the top of a small cliff. He could feel the heat pushing against him, a heavy presence that seemed to take on a life of its own as it begged to be acknowledged. As if the flames licking at the skies in front of him weren't proof enough of the fire's majestic being.
Tendrils of black smoke wound their way around Kyle's legs and arms, the thick scent of ash finding its way into his nostrils, burning his sinuses and making his eyes water. Beside his feet, he could see small blades of grass with minute flames protruding from them, as if he were standing on top of a birthday cake surrounded by millions of candles. The trees behind him cackled. Their branches broke and fell into heaps, sparks of fire bursting out around them like little fireflies in the wind.
Kyle stood completely still. His feet were planted firmly in place, staring out into the world ablaze before him. From afar, he looked as if he were waiting for the flames to catch up with him, to find their way to the cuff of his pants and begin their singeing ascent to the rest of his body. His hair ruffled in the wind, a strong breeze whisking around him and adding fuel to the surrounding fire.
The wind picked up, pushing Kyle dangerously to the end of the cliff, and before he knew it, he was stepping off. The wind carried him down, slowly, rushing in winding circles around him as he descended the distance from his perch to the blazing flames below. His feet settled on asphalt; the remaining skeleton of a street that once wound through a concrete jungle of high rises. The buildings around him were alight in a bright mix of red and orange, flames reaching out through broken windows and doors as if waving to passersby, cheering and laughing, singing a song of engulfing fire and smoke.
And in the midst of it all, Kyle shivered.