Author: James Drummond
Series: Out of the Dark
Genre: YA Horror
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Oct 20 2012 (Original Published Date)
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook
Like most kids who grew up in the small Oregon town of Silver Falls, Toby Hoffman had heard all the scary stories about the monsters living in the neighboring woods of the Umatilla Indian Reservation. Now a teenager, he knows the stories are made up to keep the town’s children from wandering where they aren’t wanted.
Then his best friend, Nate, wakes up covered in blood in the reservation woods, with no recollection of whose blood it is or where it came from. When even more brutal attacks follow, Toby can’t help but wonder if one of the fables he was told as a child might be true. With the help of Rachel, a determined Native American girl who has moved off the reservation and into the house next door, he begins searching for an explanation for the recent carnage. He also develops feelings for his new neighbor, which are put to the test when he and Rachel discover that her uncle may be responsible for the emergence of a legendary monster that does in fact exist.
To make matters worse, there’s evidence that Nate was turned by the beast, and that he has every intention of holding onto his extraordinary new creature capabilities no matter the cost. In order to save Silver Falls from a true scary story, Toby will have to face off against forces he doesn’t fully understand – and his closest friend.
James is the author of The One You Feed and Something Wiccan - the first two books of the Out of the Dark series. He lives in Chicago, Illinois with his girlfriend Angela and two cats named Tim and Ruby. During the day James is a Senior Instructional Designer for an e-learning development company, where he writes activities and scenarios to educate learners on a wide array of topics—from fast food to PTSD therapies. A Graphics Designer at the company, Wojtek Batko, designs the covers for James' books.
“You think I’m a werewolf, don’t you?” Nate surprised himself by asking the question so forthrightly. Even in human form, he’d found he was more impulsive than he’d like to be sometimes.
Toby stopped dead in his tracks. “What?”
Nate continued on for a few more steps. “I know about Willard’s theory. And I know he told you about therianthropes. He didn’t think you believed him, but I think maybe you do believe.” He stopped and turned to look back at Toby. “You know it’s not a full moon tonight, right?”
“Wasn’t a full moon last night either, and fourteen people were attacked.”
That was true, and it was exactly what had Nate worried. Yes, Willard knew his stuff, but it wasn’t really possible to know this stuff. Half the information they’d found was likely to be legend or something a fellow fantasy player made up one night in his basement.
Nate frowned and started to walk again, accelerating his pace. He picked up the scent of salmon cooking and wondered how far away the fish was being grilled. He estimated that on a good day, with the right breeze, he could smell certain foods or an oncoming rain from about a mile away. If illumination cycles were indeed real, would his senses dull during the days in between?
The boys entered Evergreen Park, now both sneaking anxious glances at the sky. There couldn’t be more than a couple minutes left until the sun officially disappeared below the horizon.
“The results came back on your shirt,” Toby said, starting up the conversation again. “It wasn’t Mike’s blood.”
“Really?” Nate was more than a little surprised—and relieved.
“After Willard showed Peter and me that werewolf card, and after you started acting…differently, I did begin researching them,” Toby confessed. “And I know that one of their powers is rapid regeneration. Even fatal injuries heal up in just minutes.”
“So you’re not really coming with me to play Middle Earth Conquests. You’re coming with because you think you have a real-life mission standing right in front of you.”
“Do I?” Toby asked with the raise of an eyebrow.
Nate was now realizing that, regardless of his intentions, Toby was going to be a problem. “I guess we’re about to find out.”