Beware that which lives in the winter storm, for it’s watching.
When she was ten, Judy made a promise to that which inhabits the winter storm. Now she’s twenty-six and pregnant, and that which inhabits the winter storm has returned to collect his due.
There is an element of truth in the old tales once shared around the fire. For early man everything that happened in the natural world was controlled by unseen beings. From them came the legends and myths of gods that roamed the world. With the advent of modern technology the old gods were forgotten, relegated to the shadowy realm of the past. Yet some refuse to rest easy in their obscurity, choosing instead to make their presence known to modern man.
What was to have been a light snow shower becomes a raging blizzard trapping Judy and 10 of her co-workers in the call center where she works. The building they inhabit stands on hallowed ground once occupied by a one room school house that burned to the ground during a similar storm over a hundred years before. The ghosts of the children who perished in that fire appear, and they find themselves trapped in a ghostly battle between the past and the present, between good and evil, between fire and ice.
Cut off from the outside world, stalked by a creature that should not exist, the survivors are forced to abandon the safety of a building that has been stressed to the breaking point.
But how does one escape a winter storm?
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Wonderful chilly and creepy atmosphere: White Walker is a Jack Frost story for grown ups, one not of wonder and imagination but instead a tale of horror and fear. A tale about an ancient deity who carries winter with him and devours the souls of all who get caught in his storm.
Spooky: I was thoroughly entertained as the book reveals just enough to keep you guessing all along the way. With great suspense and a satisfactory ending it makes for a great read before a nice warm fire on a cold winters night.
White walker: I’d like to give props to the author about finding a relatively peaceful urban legend (Now-a-days) and giving him a cruel twist that send shivers down your spine, especially if you’ve ever experienced a blizzard like described in the novel.
Loved it: Loved it and I would recommend it to anyone ,it’s worth the effort to get the book.
Beware the storm, it’s watching: Beware the snow storm as it carries with it darkness and death. The White One wants what is owed him and he’ll go through any and every one who gets in the way during the process.
Excerpt 1
He’s coming. The thought whispered in her mind and she knew, on a deep, instinctive level, the child was afraid of that which inhabited the storm raging beyond the walls of the building.
“It’s okay, we won’t hurt you,” Jasmine said.
There was movement in the shadows as a black shape stirred. The child came forward then, and Jasmine was filled with a desire to flee from what was unfolding before her. She stood her ground, quashing her fear as a little girl, no more that five, emerged from the deeper shadows.
“You’ll be safe now,” David said as he extended his hand. She reached for him, one small hand extended in the gloom, and Jasmine had a moment to reflect that something was terribly wrong here. There were forces at play beyond her understanding.
A confrontation was brewing, and they were stuck in the middle.
As the girl reached for him a smile spread across her face. Jasmine was nearly floored by the rage that exploded from the child. She tried to stop David, to save him from the fate that awaited him, but that all-consuming rage kept her in check.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” David said as the little girl’s hand folded into his own. He started to stand, that self-assured expression on his face dissolving into a grimace of pain as small wisps of smoke rose from his arm. The sickening smell of roasting flesh filled the room. The little girl vanished, dissolving into the shadows as David dropped to his knees and clamped his hands to either side of his head.
Excerpt 2
Let me in, Norman, Jimmy whispered in his mind and he clamped his hands over his ears as he lowered his head to his knees. Please, he pleaded silently. Please leave me alone!
A cold wind swept down from the opening in the roof, driving those small snow devils before it, and as they drew closer, Norman shot to his feet.
“What’s wrong?” Andrea said. Her attention drawn from what was happening with Cody by Norman’s sudden movement.
“They’re coming,” Norman said before he turned and raced to the back door. Andrea gave chase, catching up with him at the door to the smoking area. He started to push the bar to open the door when she stopped him.
“What are you doing?”
“They’re inside. We have to get out, now.”
He shoved against the bar, pulling at Andrea, who was hanging onto his arm. The door started to swing open and she clawed at it to pull it closed, but it was too late. The wind grabbed the door, slamming it against the wall. A wild wind raced down the hallway as the papers hanging from the bulletin boards fluttered in response. She stepped outside to pull the door closed and had managed to bring it halfway around when the wind snatched her from the side of the dock. One moment she was there, in the next she was gone, vanished into the swirling maelstrom that screamed with a savage voice.
About the Author
Richard has been an avid reader of horror and the macabre since childhood. Cutting his teeth on Creepy and Tales From the Crypt comics before graduating to prose. A five year stint in the military gave him ample time to pursue his passion of reading horror, that in time compelled him to take up to pen himself.
Richard Schiver 