Visit the Cemetery of Saint Cyril three times. Open the cover and take your choice from a selection of three uniquely penned tales: Trickster, Windigo Spell, and A Visit to Saint Cyril's. Each story provides a chilling view of a world just beyond the one where we live and breathe, a world where anything is possible, and nothing is certain. After reading these stories, you will be quite changed. You will shiver and know that you are being watched when next in the shadows of a gargoyle-clad edifice. Your heart will freeze, and you will think of Windigo on your next solitary walk through falling snow at night. And it is unlikely that you will ever enter a cemetery alone, after you have put this book down.
"The eyes that were fixed upon me were those of the grotesque stone image situated in the dark, inner corner of the eaves of the building high above. It was one of the gargoyles that I glimpsed each day, though with varying levels of concentration and awareness. I felt as if I was seeing this icon for the very first time, with the fine details that gave it its precise identity and mission.
How had I never noticed that it was watching me?
It watched me, and its opinion of me was un-masked, its exact thoughts revealed, likewise. I saw this in its eyes and understood the message as if it had been spoken, the words delivered in a deep, command-delivered voice. "You'll never get away with it", it seemed to say. And I knew, as I fled the area, out of sight of the opinionated image, that my sleepless nights were not yet over. ***excerpt from TRICKSTER, from The Spirit of Saint Cyril's Cemetery***
I climbed into bed on Sunday, September 3, 2006 with an unsettling premonition. An eerie sense that things were about to go awry had tangled itself around me like the dusty cobwebs spun in the corners of unused cellars. Like my premonition, my dreams were uneasy and evasive. Through my mind they ran all the night long, like an eight hour reel-to-reel silent film with me--an audience of one--near-sighted, glasses snatched away. Something very bad was out there and I was being warned, yet in a manner most obscure.***excerpt from WINDIGO SPELL, from The Spell of Saint Cyril's Cemetery***
Had there not been a lamp nearby to brighten the darkened front yard, Paul would nevr have seen Joseph, out by the bush, marching around in small circles. Paul watched this odd character, wondering who he was, what he was doing, and whether he ought to go out and offer help, or call the police. The man Paul watched was massively huge, like a bear one might encounter in the Alaskan wilderness, yet strangely, he conveyed a gentle passivity, unlike the species he resembled. Paul did not believe the man was dangerous, though, in need of some help, possibly. Yet, Paul was not willing to give up his secret vantage-point, just yet. He earned his living studying humanity, such as this specimen in his parents' front yard, and he groped for a conclusion, some initial diagnostic category, to fit this bearded bear into.
None came to him, a first for Paul, as the man stooped by the bush for a moment, before continuing on down the street.***excerpt from A VISIT TO SAINT CYRIL'S from The Spell of Saint Cyril's Cemetery***
About Patricia Anne Dennison
Patricia Anne Dennison is here with a second book...The Spell of Saint Cyril's Cemetery. Following her first book, STOP THE VOICES, a unique and sensitively written psychological thriller, Patricia has decided to take a try at escorting her readers into the world of the supernatural.