"a truly Gothic mystery"

Cragmoor held a fascination for anyone who saw it. From the Chapins in 1863 to Jean Moorland in the 1990s. It was not livable, had horrid plumbing, no electricity and on top of that might just be cursed. Four generations of Marshalls had owned it and the current Vicar Marshall did not intend on giving it up. Jean was related on the paternal side to one of the Marshalls - another Jean - whose name was forbidden to be mentioned among the family. She must know why...

The property contained a faerie ring and the children of Sir John Chapin: Mary, the bedeviled daughter and Colin, the rake of a son. Scarily enough, Colin was the more normal of the two. When a young vicar comes to take over responsibility for them, things go from bad to worse. Elliott is in love with Mary and tries to take the place of Colin's father as well. Mary hates him as she believes she is a witch and Elliott goes out of his way to stop her.

On the night of Colin's 16th birthday, Mary disappears and is found lying in the faerie ring, the object of a horrid assault. Following, her father is summoned only to collapse at the house from a stroke after seeing her. This leaves Colin and Elliott in charge.

Then comes worse news: Mary, somehow, is pregnant. Three months gone. From there the novel takes flight among spirits, demons, children in need of a father, a father in need of redemption and, trying to balance it all - the vicar who loves the daughter, hates the father and tries to befriend the son.

While this started off somewhat rockily, it quickly redeemed itself into a book of history, love, and hate, and became a truly Gothic mystery. If you like this genre you certainly will enjoy this book. It's a shame the author has passed, I would have liked to interview her.....

Reviewed by Nancy Eriksen
Posted December 29, 2008


The house seemed to beckon her. Welcome her. As if it knew her. The light had faded, and dark, bilious clouds had taken its place. In the three short weeks I'd spent in Cornwall, I'd learned two things: that the weather was not to be trusted, and that the wind never ceased to blow. Fair weather or foul, it whistled and murmured and moaned, like a living, breathing, tortured being. It had risen since it played innocently among the foxglove blooms earlier stirring the mists along the graveyard gate. Now it was angry, driving the black clouds inland from the sea. Waterfowl raced before it dotting the sky like a blizzard over the mighty house, and I'd scarcely pulled the car to a stop when the rain came. It was just as I remembered it from my drive-by earlier, like a creature of myth silhouetted against the storm-a huge, rambling, turreted structure of stone and timbers defying its existence in such a setting. Yet, aside from a wounded turret, a few missing boards, and a good deal of broken glass, Cragmoor approached the dawn of another century remarkably intact. I tried to imagine the house as it once must have been, ablaze with light and life, surrounded by manicured lawns and courtyards and lush, fragrant gardens. Now it rose from a tangled snarl of briar, thorn, and desolation. Row upon row of darkened windows, catching stray glints of the fading light, shuddered in the wind as the gale bore down upon it. The house was asleep, and I was about to wake it.


Rape of the Soul
by Dawn Thompson

Highland Press
June 1, 2008
Available: June 5, 2008
ISBN #0981557325
EAN #9780981557328
392 pages
Trade Size
Add to Shopping List
Order from Amazon

Other Books by
Dawn Thompson

Lord of the Forest
The Bride of Time
Lord Of The Dark
Sexy Beast IV
Eros Island
The Ravening
Lord of the Deep
The Brotherhood
Blood Moon
The Falcon's Bride
Blue Moon Enchantment
Blue Moon Magic
The Waterlord
The Ravencliff Bride

EBook Isle Bookstore hosted by Fresh Fiction