Follow the candles to where they may lead you. Down the dark corridor you walk. Expecting a monster at every corner. No one appears. No sounds to break the dead quiet. Down the corridor you go. Waiting for something or someone. But all you see is darkness and more candles. A door appears at the end. It creaks open. Do you really want to see what is on the other side? Human nature propels you forward. Forward into the dark gloom. What happens next? The answer is hidden in the inner recesses of your mind. Follow your nightmare to its bitter end. Hurry before you wake up. There’s no turning back now.
Howl at the moon young wolf. Will anyone answer you? Does anyone care? Howls soon accompany the lone sound. Notes varying in tempo and pitch. In tune together in their quest to raise the moon. The moon shines down upon them, in acquiescence of their mournful sounds. All is right with the world. Life is in perfect harmony.
This review is from: The Dead Game (Kindle Edition)
An interesting and gripping story of good
vampires, evil vampires, human vampires and human. The Dead Game keeps
you guessing from beginning to end and you are always anticipating the
next plot which never comes true. Susanne keeps you engaged through
different characters who changes their colours beyond your imagination.
Her description of the characters and situation is so good that you can
virtually see them before your eyes like a movie.
Let’s take a walk down the road. A road that is bordered on both sides by flowers. A cobblestone road leading down to the water. Beautiful houses encircle the lush mountains around us. Keep following the steps. All your dreams will soon come true.
Bolts of lightning light up the road. We are nearing the eye of the storm. Should we chase the storm? Or should we give up and turn around? We might never be given this chance again. A chance to ride the storm. Will we be thrown from our car? Will we experience a rush of excitement? Will animals and trees fly by us? Let’s go! We will never know unless we do it. Hold on tight!
Would you walk alone in a cemetery at night? With the mist swaying and the wind moaning. Shadows appearing before you and then behind you. Are they leading you somewhere or following in your hesitant footsteps? A statue looms in the distance. A very tall statue. Taller than any of the gravestones or mausoleums. Now the statue is moving, coming closer to me. Time to run! Walking in a graveyard at night didn’t turn out to be such a good idea. Ouch! It scratched me!
The hotel room is quiet. The furniture looks shabby. A dim light glows from a small bed-side lamp. The carpet is worn from years of footsteps. Then you hear a strange noise. A high-pitched static sound. A sound emanating from the old T.V. set. The black and white screen appears to be on. But you didn’t turn on the T.V. when you entered the room. A clown’s face appears on the screen. He looks at you and says, "Why are you here? How dare you enter my room! If you don’t leave right away, I will just have to kill you.” At first, you think this is silly since he’s only an image on a screen. But then his hand reaches out through the screen. His fingers have long red nails. His body begins to emerge. He’s here. For you. You are no longer alone.
The moon brings out the best in us. It reflects our inner thoughts and desires. Some may howl at the moon, while others are impelled to dance. Dance until the sun rises. Dance until your limbs grow tired. Dance until you feel at peace. At peace with the world.
The house is dark and deserted, so what is it trying to tell us? Why are objects floating in the air? Are ghosts holding them? Are our minds being controlled by some unknown force? End House has its own powers. Powers of persuasion and illusion. Are cages falling from the ceiling? Are those rotating saws? We better run for our lives. No time to wait and figure out the puzzle before us. THE DEAD love their games.
The creeping liquid from my nightmares! It is now alive in my book, THE DEAD GAME! Excerpt from THE DEAD GAME
They were racing down the staircase, carrying their children,
eager to reach the front door. Diane stopped dead in her tracks. A dark
red substance was oozing into the house from under the door, creeping
across the floor, devouring everything in its wake. They watched as the
huge circular rug and the large hall table disappeared into its thick
slime. Extending its reach farther out, it made its way toward them.
Diane detected a high-pitched keening cry coming from within the
slime. She backed herself into a corner. “It’s going to swallow us!”
“Run out the back!” John shouted above the children’s frightened
sobbing. He pushed her ahead of him. “Don’t think! Just make sure you
get out of this house and down the stairs to the beach. Or else you
might be living here forever!”
They climbed through the destroyed kitchen, through detached
pieces of ceiling, through broken pieces of cabinets and sharp shards
from shattered dishes.
Once outside, they were struck by flying debris. The patio was
engulfed in a strong wind, which lifted the furniture high into the air.
The white wicker pieces crashed against each other, the broken pieces
falling into the empty pool.
The pool had been filled already twice that season. The house
had a mind of its own: it wanted the pool empty of water and her family
gone; and it was making sure that it remained that way.
The red liquid was creeping out beneath the kitchen door,
inching its way toward them. She screamed above the sound of the howling
wind. “It’s getting closer! It’s followed us outside! WE ARE ALL DEAD!”
“We must escape now! Don’t look back! Just run!”
She gazed down the steep staircase to the rocky shore below, to
the jagged rocks that were being beaten by the raging waves of the
ocean. In her heart, she knew that their fate was not going to be much
The sky turns from blue to black. The waves rise up and bow to the forces of nature. Boats head to shore. All in a hurry. In a hurry to out race the storm. The waves pound a furious beat. Raindrops join in the chorus. Thunder accompanies with its dark sound. Pound, pound, pound. Could we survive nature’s wrath? Only time will tell.
All is quiet. Night is approaching. I see humans in the distance. And they have food. I’m getting hungry. There’s no hurry. I’ll just get comfortable and bide my time. They will still be there when I’m ready. Lick, lick, lick.
This review is from: The Dead Game (Kindle Edition)
I bought two of this book; for my friend and
daughter. The author was kind enough to send this kindle to me to read,
and let me tell you it was such a wonderfully written book - it filled
me with anticipation and wanting to read on and on. The Dead Game is a
different kind of vampire book and even though I am not one to read
about vampires, I have to admit, Susanne has changed my mind about
perhaps reading another one; especially if she writes a series to this
one. She describes her scenes well. The voices of her characters are
well felt and by the end of the book I am feeling a bond with the
character. I would highly recommend this book. I say, run as fast as you
can and buy it. I have. I am not disappointed. I can hardly wait for
the next one; that is if she does write one. Pattimari, Therapist and Author of Stolen Identity and Frozen Time
The house sits empty. Deserted for years. Dust its sole visitor. The grand piano waits for a voice. Someone to play its keys. One last song before it’s too late. Before its beauty is lost. Before it joins the dust. Come play me.
I’m flying. In my dreams, I’m soaring through the sky. Over hills and streams, valleys and cities. Never having to stop. Flying for miles and miles. Should I land? Why would I? I can keep flying forever.
At Linda’s apartment, Todd
walked in first. Almost immediately his highly attuned senses picked up an
unusual scent. It smelled of flowers and cinnamon. He stood still, trying to
place the unique aroma. It somehow seemed familiar to him. Linda never wore
fragrances and neither did Shana. He looked down the dark hall and wondered who
had been in this apartment…or maybe still was? From the living room, he heard a
woman’s voice. “Welcome! What took you so long?”
He had assumed that
everyone was accounted for in town, but this woman didn’t live in town. Now he
placed the scent. He strode into the living room. “You’re not really Hank’s daughter
are you, Frances? Is that even your real name?”
“Very astute of you, even
though you are a mere human vampire. My name is Maxell and I am Natalie’s granddaughter,” said
the woman with hatred burning in her eyes. “You killed my grandmother and now I
will return the favor and kill all of you.”
The woman was beautiful
with her blonde hair and voluptuous figure, but underneath she was as cold as
ice. Todd understood this.
“Natalie was one of The Dead before becoming a
saint. Are you the same thing?” Linda asked as she watched the slinky blonde
move gracefully around the room.
“No, silly human, I am not
a saint but the last of The Dead in town. You’ve ruined all of our carefully
laid out plans. We were waiting for Wolf and his gang to rid the world of unwanted vampires before we annihilated every last vampire, including all members of The
Dead. I would then be ready to ascend to become La Santa Muerte, like my
grandmother. We were to be the only true power on earth. Finally we would be free
to be worshiped properly and fully by humans.”
Furious that they had
another rogue vampire to deal with, Todd shouted at her, “You’re just another
sniveling follower. The world will be a much better place with you gone.” He quickly
turned to find a weapon, but by the time he turned back, Maxell and Linda had
already disappeared together. The living room was empty.
He pulled out his cell
phone and dialed the sheriff’s office. As
soon as Sam answered, he yelled into the phone, “Linda is gone! Natalie had a
granddaughter who’d posed as Hank’s daughter. She is the last of The Dead. This
Maxell woman has abducted Linda! We need to quickly rally the forces! Call
everyone! We must find them before she harms Linda!”
Todd and Sam were apprehensive about visiting Hayden in his own home. But they were running out of choices.
Todd was hoping that Hayden was still around and hadn’t sneaked
off into the night as he drove past the thick bushes and massive trees
that outlined Hayden’s remote plot of land. He wasn’t too eager to face
Hayden on his home turf. He glanced across at Sam, who seemed to be
having his own doubts—judging by the amount of squirming he was doing in
his seat. They drove up to the house that stood silently waiting for
them. A warm wind was rustling through the leaves of the tall trees
that shrouded the bleak house. Low-hanging limbs swiped at their legs
with their long, skinny fingers as they walked up the gravel path. The
wind blew leaves in circles around their feet, trying to slow their
ascent up the steep stairs. They crunched through the fallen leaves to
reach the front door. Todd couldn’t locate a bell, so he rapped loudly with his
knuckles. There was no answer. The door began to drift open on its own. A
long, dark hallway gradually came into view. Rare masterpieces lined
both walls, starkly illuminated against the muted walls by bright
spotlights suspended from high above. The deafening silence felt alive and heavy—as if someone was
there with them waiting, but not yet willing to reveal himself. A cold
draft hit them. In the translucent stream of air, Todd could see shadowy
forms fighting against each other, struggling to break free. “Are those
vampires caught in the wind?” asked Todd, beginning to regret his
decision to enter the house without sufficient back-up. “Did you notice
those strange forms floating in the air?” He continued, “I’ve never seen anything like that before.” Not
hearing a response from Sam, he tried to downplay his concern a little.
“It could have been just an elaborate illusion.” When Sam still didn’t respond, Todd turned around and found him
standing as still as a statue, eyeing the flow of air with fear in his
eyes. “Sam? Are you still with me?” Sam didn’t answer or move a muscle. Todd knew that he had to continue on with the search—with or
without Sam. He called out Hayden’s name, his voice echoing down the
empty corridor. Still no one answered. He followed the faintly lit hallway until its end, where it
opened onto a huge oval-shaped ballroom. He stood in the center of the
room in the bright light cast by the enormous crystal chandelier. The
light reflecting from the hanging crystals shot colorful prisms of light
across the multitude of artwork all around him. Hundreds of statues by
eminent artists were haphazardly scattered about the shiny marble floor;
the walls were decorated with priceless paintings in massive frames. He wandered through the ballroom and recognized Rembrandts,
Picassos, and even Renoirs, filling every available space on the gilded
walls. At the back of the room, he noticed a circular staircase with
elaborate gold railings, leading up through the ceiling to the floor
above. “There are no other rooms on the main floor, so we might as well
check upstairs.” Surprised to hear Sam’s voice, Todd spun around to
find him standing right behind him. Todd slowly nodded his head in
agreement, even though he suspected that this was what Hayden expected
them to do next. It was almost if Hayden had put out a sign that read:
“Stupid human vampires! Come up my staircase at your own risk!” As soon as they began to climb the stairs, the air turned colder and more frigid. Now, let the games begin. Kindle http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP Nook http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj
Do you feel invisible? People walk by you in the street, and don’t bother to say hello. They don’t bother to acknowledge your existence. Who are they to think so highly of themselves? Are they any better than you? Have they discovered the cure for cancer? No. But they think they’re better. Just an illusion. Just a misconception of themselves and their self-worth. Don’t allow them to put you down. If you do, then you’re giving them power they don’t deserve. Don’t ignore them. Don’t play their game. Look them in the eye and force them to acknowledge your existence. Hold your head up high.
Todd was having doubts about his relationship with Linda. Life wasn't always perfect in Oasis.
Todd was beginning to
doubt the wisdom of his decision to include Linda into his dark life. He didn’t
know if he should ever turn her into a human vampire. He feared the possibility
that one day she might regret her choice, once she saw how her life had been
turned upside down, and once she realized that she had to exist on the dark
side with no turning back.
Human vampires had to be
extremely careful in order to fit in well with the rest of society—without
allowing anyone to dig up their dark secrets. They lived in their own little
society—separate from the rest of the world, without truly fitting in with
vampires or humans. It was a hard secret to carry around every day. He’d had to
carry this secret for years with only the elders and the other human vampires
knowing his bitter truth.
Even though he wasn’t a
full vampire, the temptation to drink blood was always present. Human vampires could be very easily turned by a vampire. Vampires held the lure of great power
and immortality. Once human blood was tasted, there was no going back. The
older human vampires in town had turned at the end, and he sadly realized there
was no guarantee that any of them wouldn’t turn in the future. Their meager
powers as human vampires did not make up for their lack of a normal life, and
were nothing at all compared to the almost limitless powers of vampires.
Linda had already fallen
prey to Wolf’s magnetic spell, which could mean that others like him might be able to tempt her away
from her human side and woo her with the rough, seedy playground of
demons—filled with weapons, gore, and sick games. However, as he gazed into
Linda’s trusting eyes, he knew in his heart that he had always trusted her and
always would. He really didn’t believe that she would ever switch sides. But he
still wasn’t sure if vampirism was right for her. She was pure and innocent,
and he wanted her to remain that way. Because he wanted and desired her was not
a good enough reason to have her give up her life.