Sigils of the Old God

Par : J.P. Moore
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  • FormatePub
  • ISBN978-1-897492-89-5
  • EAN9781897492895
  • Date de parution15/10/2015
  • Protection num.pas de protection
  • Infos supplémentairesepub
  • ÉditeurDragon Moon Press

Résumé

Jamesport, Rhode Island, 1895...?Listen carefully. You may hear whispers of the city's mysteries just below the howling of the wind through the rafters of the abandoned fish market. Odd creatures serve a witch in the haunted salt marshes. Sigils of ancient and forgotten magic mark the cliff overlooking the bay. A ruined stone tower of unknown age stands in the square. Do not speak too loudly of these mysteries, lest the Old God send his servants to silence you.
Fear Jacob, the most loyal and gifted of these assassins. He has killed many. From babbling ex-sailors uncovering too many secrets in dark and faraway lands, to millionaires' wives summering in mansions on the cliff and wandering one step too far into the occult. But peer into Jacob's eyes and you may see a hint of doubt. You may discover what you have suspected all along. History is a lie. The world is not what we think it is.
And it is all about to come crashing to an end.
J. P. Moore lives and writes in southern New Jersey. Though his characters would feel right at home in the dark and mossy tracts of the Jersey Pine Barrens, the setting that he enjoys with his wife and three children is a long way from the worlds of his novels and stories. Moore's settings are on the brink. Their histories are lost, or misunderstood. Their futures are uncertain. All of the heroes are gone.
Only the unlikely heroes are left.