To save his missing daughter a distraught slayer must venture deep into the heart of
Legendary vampire hunter Anton Yoska is on the edge,
tormented by the rumour that the precious child he once
thought dead is still alive and lost in a world of monsters.
One creature alone knows for sure what happened to
Gretchen, but Terek Modjeski won’t divulge his secret –
revelling in the twisted power over his long-time enemy.
Despairing and drinking heavily, Anton stumbles from near
disaster to near disaster as he puts his team in jeopardy,
testing their friendship and loyalty to snapping point.
Only the most desperate solution seems possible – to
confront Terek in his maximum security cell and force the
bloodsucker to end his game of cat and mouse. But making
the cunning infernal talk will mean employing brutal
methods that break every code Anton has ever lived by, making him as much of a demon
as the leeches he hunts.
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About the author
Jay Raven is the author of Gothic chillers and historical horror reminding readers that the
past is a dangerous place to venture, full of monsters and murderous men.
He blames his fascination with vampires, witches and werewolves on the old TV reruns
of classic horror movies he watched as a teenager but living in a creepy old house beside
a 500-acre bat-filled forest may have something to do with it.
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Excerpt from the book
In this extract, slayer Anton Yoska and his sidekick Quintz arrive at a chilling location, led
there by captive vampire Terek Modjeski
No-one knew for sure when The Sorcerer’s Circle had been constructed. The mysterious
ring of granite monoliths was rumoured to date back long before the Roman occupation
of Transylvania. Some believed it had been the court of a Dacian monarch, or the
remnants of a fortification, others argued that it was a vast calendar hewn from rock
where ancient priests worshipped, tracking the changing stars, cataloguing their seasonal
movements across the heavens.
All Anton Yoska knew was that, in the mid evening darkness, the massive bleached
standing stones gave him a deep sense of foreboding, as though evil dwelt in the 50-
metre central void; the wind that howled through the gaps in the structure swirling
around the interior, creating disturbing banshee moans.
From up close, he couldn’t help picturing the weather-beaten pillars as a council of elders,
meeting in a huddle to devise laws and to dish out judgements on those who had
And what a fitting place to be judged and found wanting, he thought, grimly. But guilty
Turning to Terek Modjeski, he demanded: “Okay, bloodsucker, we’re here. It’s time to
start talking, if you hope to live a minute longer. Why have you brought us to this Godforsaken spot?”
Although his legs were still shackled, hands bound closely together, the vampire managed
to stretch as languorously as any lazy cat.