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    When Darkness Beckons
    When Darkness Beckons
    When Darkness Beckons
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    When Darkness Beckons

    By Sophie Duncan and Natasha Duncan-Drake

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    Two chilling tales born for All Hallows Read 2012. Step inside... if you dare.

    Catcher of Souls by Natasha Duncan-Drake
    When Miles walks into The King James pub, he senses it immediately, a restless soul lingers. It's his job to track and trap spirits, but this one's different. As the body count rises, he must race to uncover whether the ghost is killer or victim. Time is running out, and danger is closer than he thinks.

    Some Things Are Stranger... by Sophie Duncan
    Being a werewolf is hard enough. Being hunted by a ruthless cult bent on extermination? That's Jake's reality. After a brutal Halloween ambush, he flees into the ruins of an abandoned warehouse. But he's not alone. A strange hobo, whispers of hauntings, and a terrifying truth await. Jake's about to find out that even supernatural beings have things to learn.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWittegen Press
    Release dateOct 28, 2012
    ISBN9781908333568
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    Sophie Duncan

    I am an author and I've been writing since I was a wee thing, and publishing since I discovered the internet in 1994 or so. So what do I write? Contemporary and urban fantasy have mainly been my playground, with some horror as well, and I have done some real world settings as well. I do like mystery and have been reading (and watching) Agatha Christie since I was a child. I've also been known to do a bit of poetry. Style: I have been told I do angst well, so if you want your heartstrings twanged, or your tummy to tie in knots until the end, then I'm your gal. I am, however, a happy ending junkie, although I do throw a hint of realism in there sometimes as well. I like a few twists and turns on the way in some of my plots, although I have written my share of PWPs as well. Also, I have never met a cliché I didn't like and I am a firm believer that cliché is fine if you do it right. Writing is a passion and there's nothing better than writing for an audience. Any writer who says they don't care about feedback must have had an ego amputation If you like my scribbles, I'd be very glad to hear from you.

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      When Darkness Beckons - Sophie Duncan

      Catcher of Souls - Natasha Duncan-Drake

      WHEN I WAS EIGHT my Nana told me I was a Soul Catcher.

      When I was eighteen my family locked me in a dark room until I was almost dead; the first soul I caught was my own.

      My name is Miles Baker, and I clear up strays.

      ✽✽✽

      THE BUILDING HAD A LOWISH CEILING with beams hung with hops, so basically a typical English village pub. The fact that it was tacked on to the end of a completely new build conference centre was neither here nor there. The centre was supposed to be opened in a couple of weeks according to the signs hanging here and there, but Miles had heard they were having a few problems; specifically, people dying in peculiar circumstances.

      He'd heard through the supernatural grapevine that the proprietors of The King James pub and conference facilities might have themselves a dangerous ghost.

      As soon as he walked in Miles knew there was at least one stray soul hanging around; he could feel it, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. Most old buildings had something lingering, but usually that didn't call for his services.

      Good morning, the woman behind the bar greeted with a smile, what can I get you?

      A pint of bitter and the bar menu, please, he replied and sat down on one of the stools.

      Coming right up, the barmaid said and handed him a small leather folder.

      The woman was putting on a good front, but Miles could see the bags under her eyes. She was clearly stressed. He perused the menu while she pulled his pint.

      Here you go, she said as she placed the drink in front of him. Made a decision yet on the food?

      Fish and chips, he replied and gave her one of his best smiles.

      Good choice, the woman told him. Want me to start you a tab?

      Please, he said with a nod.

      So, what brings you to our neck of the woods? the barmaid asked him as she rung his order into the till.

      Sightseeing; I'm just wandering around looking for out of the way tourist attractions. Do you have any rooms, I need a place to stay for the night?

      The woman barely hid a grimace, but she managed to turn it into a very bizarre smile. Miles was amazed she managed it and had to give her credit for trying.

      Sorry, all our rooms are closed until the refurbishment is complete, she said. There are a couple of B&Bs down in the village though.

      Thank you, he replied and gave her another smile as if he hadn't noticed anything odd, I'll take a look after lunch.

      He placed the local newspaper he had picked up on the bar with the main headline upwards. It read: Another Death At New Conference Centre. Then he waited.

      Jan, as it turned out the barmaid was called, chatted with him about local attractions, but it was only when she finally brought him his meal that she saw the strategically placed paper. She almost dropped the plate.

      Are you okay? he asked, standing, taking the plate and helping her to one of the other bar stools as she began to shake.

      I'm sorry, she apologised, I'm just a little on edge.

      He looked at the paper where her eyes were lingering, pretending to read what he already knew was there.

      Because of this? he asked. Is this here?

      Jan nodded.

      It's all so horrible, she told him; three people have died and people are beginning to say the place is cursed.

      I don't believe in curses, he reassured her in his best 'let me help' voice. What on earth happened?

      For a moment he thought Jan might cry or simply refuse to speak to him, but then she sagged.

      The first was one of the workmen, Jan told him, seemingly relieved to be able to tell someone. His name was Jack and he was a very nice man. Always said thank you for a cup of tea and didn't try to eat me out of house and home when it came to the biscuits. He was an electrician, and he was working late one day to finish something up and they think he must have tripped. Ended up hanged in his own cables.

      Miles grimaced, that was nasty.

      How horrible, it must have been a shock.

      Jan nodded.

      "The second was one of our guests, that's why we've shut up the rooms. He was a hiker, here for a couple of days. The police said he wandered into the building site after having too much to drink. They found him

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