He had been tricked, lured to this place to die, but he had survived, drawing his strength with each passing day from the wind, the fog, the earth. For he was the dark, magnificent, all-powerful Shapechanger, dreaming and waiting, always waiting through the years, the centuries, for the time when he would unleash his terrible longings . . . And then the woman had come whom he had dreamed of, existed for, killed for. And he would do it again and again until he regained all of his powers to possess her and share with her the secret of life. Then he would never be alone again for all eternity . . .
DARK LONGING
Kate had been eager to spend the summer on Smoke Island with her artist husband. But when they arrived, feelings of dread and menace engulfed her and the ancient legend of the evil shaman who inhabited the island haunted her. And when dreams of longing, frightening and sorrowful, invaded her sleep, she knew she could no longer ignore her ever-increasing terror of the unholy presence that seemed to be everywhere, watching her, controlling her desires. Nor could she dispell the insatiable wanting that overpowered her, that beckoned her, telling her that if she was willing to die, she would know the true meaning of life . . .
Kate’s husband Chip is named the recipient of a grant which awards him a sizeable monetary prize along with a full summer at an uninhabited artist’s retreat on Smoke Island, Maine. That summer would change both their lives forever. For Chip it was an opportunity to become the artist he always knew he could be. For Kate, it was a chance to support her husband’s efforts and enjoy a peaceful life away from her teaching job. They paid no attention to the local legends of an ancient evil Indian shaman who haunted the island, intent on gathering strength to one day possess the woman of his desires and bring her with him to share all eternity.
I confess to not having great expectations for this novel. I'd never heard of the author or the book and frankly, it seemed likely to be the sort of clichéd horror schlock you might find in a B-movie from the 1980’s. But surprisingly, there is a fairly decent story here. Unfortunately, it is disguised by the tendency of the author to confuse what could have been a good horror story with a bodice-ripping Harlequin romance novel.
I wouldn’t rule out reading another book by this author but I won’t be seeking one out either.