Eight years ago, the Austrian emergency services were called to the scene of a bizarre car accident. Two mangled bodies were found in the snow nearby, clawed and chewed; it seemed, by some ferocious animal. Eight years ago, something unspeakable took Gerontius Moore’s parents from him, leaving him orphaned and alone. And now, that something is back.
Caught up in a hunt he was never meant to be a part of, and finding help from a most unlikely source, Gerontius must once more flee the clutches of an appalling beast, before it learns its business is unfinished. The hunt is on.
I was born in July, 1976 in the West Midlands and spent the first six years of my life in Bewdley near Kidderminster, before moving to Tenbury Wells, Shropshire where many members of my family still live.
At around thirteen years of age I spent one bored Summer afternoon sitting in the back garden of a restaurant where my mother worked, reading a book my aunt had ordered by mistake from a book club. Stephen King’s Misery, wasn’t exactly her cup of tea, but it was, as I was soon to find out, mine. I devoured the novel and found within its pages the inspiration to write my own stories. The first, Revenge, was very much a tentative footstep in the general direction of storytelling, i.e. it’s not exactly my finest piece of work. The story lasted only six pages, (luckily) was very Misery-derivative, and more than a little contrived and predictable. But we all have to start somewhere, and there was as good a place as any.
During my last few years of high school I tried a few more short stories, then attempted a book, Carnival, which eventually ended up as a large short story, possibly a novella, about a travelling carnival of genetically modified animals and freaks. I still have a copy of it, typed out on an old Olivetti typewriter given to me by an uncle. Even now the smell of typewriters (a heady mix of ink and metal) brings back memories. Personal Computers will always be my weapon of choice when it comes to word-processing, but they have none of the excitement, the romance, the immediacy of typewriters.
Like Revenge, Carnival hasn’t really stood the test of time, but I was young… At least, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
Since 1991 I’ve written pretty much constantly. Through my college years in Worcester (1992-95), my university years (1995-98) and the years since, I’ve found it difficult to leave a keyboard alone.
The Hand of the Devil began as a short story entitled Epicure in the Terrible, which had a length of about eleven thousand words. The two stories are very similar in tone, but with notable differences. In the short story the main character is shipwrecked on the island after accidentally murdering a sailor, and is little more than food for the Ganges Red. Mather is present, though he has none of the depth he has in the book, and the ending of the short story is left open unlike the novel.
In 1999 I spent six months working as a temp for Transworld Publishers in Ealing, London. I worked in the post-room, and found the company, and indeed the industry, very much to my liking. I had ambitions back then to eventually write a book and submit it, but I had no idea of what was to come. In fact it would be four more years before I had my lucky break. I returned to Shropshire for a couple of years and worked for Hammicks Bookshop in Worcester, before being offered a permanent job back at Transworld, an opportunity I jumped at. So in 2002 I returned to London, having already begun adapting Epicure in the Terrible into a book, and a year down the line at a Transworld/Random House Children’s Books Christmas party I happened to sit at the same table as the wonderful, talented, and highly respected editor, Charlie Sheppard. A colleague and I were lingering at the bar, waiting for our drinks, and because of this ended up grabbing the last available table as people sat down to eat. A few other people joined us, including Charlie, and it soon became clear to her that I was the ‘Dean Carter’ who had been sending silly emails around the company. She asked if I’d written anything… And the rest is history.
The Bookseller Email has been in existence for over three years now, and began at the behest of my boss, to inform many members of staff that the trade magazine The Boookseller had arrived. For some reason, possibly because of general boredom and a writer’s irrepressible urge to make anything written more interesting, whether it be a letter, email or greetings card message
I do not like horror and I doubt I ever will. I find nothing thrilling about it. And this was no exception. Plus the MC's name is Gerontius?? Like what! Idk I could not reconcile a 15 year old boy named Gerontius. It was too weird.
This story revolves around a bizarre and horrifying accident that left Gerry orphaned. Eight years later, the strange animal is back and Gerry is once again put in its path. What follows is a mainly boring story about Gerry, Leah and Mr. Mason trying to evade the creature.
The very end had an unexpected twist that was interesting, but besides that I didn't like this at all.
I rarely read horror novels as I find there is very little that can be done in the genre that is new. This at least tried to be different with the subject of werewolves.
It had a formulaic set up but one where the characters were already quite well formed. The book wasn't particularly violent. The horror was mostly in the suspense and the waiting.
I admit I foresaw the big twist at the end. I caught some clues towards it. I did feel the ending was a little too abrupt and a few of the characters lost their potential by being underused in the story. The London setting works well for the story too.
I liked the ideas. I liked the story. I liked the characters. I liked the setting. I just didn't love the book. 3 stars.
Well, there is the promise of a good story but it did fall a bit flat. Baring in mind it's more YA I thought about giving it 4 stars but will stick with 3. It would have been 4 if the characters had been given some personality and life. The only two who seemed lively weren't part of the story line for long. Having a werewolf (or wulver) magically travel from Austria to London is a bit beyond imagination filling in the gap, that's just one hole in the plot. Overall it was a pleasurable read so I wouldn't say I wasted my time and would happily pass this on to a young kid who will eventually become a horror fanatic.
It's not not a sophisticated book, nothing that takes itself too seriously. It's just a straight foward werewolf story. There are a few tiny moments where I was like: "okay?..." There's no full moon element involved, which was kinda sad, but it makes up for it. But other than those tiny issue I loved it. I love horror books, so I'm not looking for books just to come across as a smart ass. Just a nicely told story that doesn't try too hard, if you know what I mean. If your anything like me, I highly recommend this book if your looking for something in terms of werewolves.
I got this from a book sale and had nothing left to read on my shelves so I read it. It was exactly like it says on the cover- a werewolf story. I've not read any other werewolf books, so can't compare. It had some nice gory bits. The plot was fairly predictable. But it was a sweet little read and made me sit down, which I needed to do!
This book will forever stay in my mind as one of the most satisfying books on my shelf.
I'm usually not a fan of faster paced books, but the pacing of this one suited it perfectly. It was nicely structured from start to finish.
Being as short as it was, there wasn't a lot of time for getting familiar with the characters, but I still felt I got to know them enough to enjoy them.
It's hard to find good books with werewolves and the like, so take this one in.
I thought this book was very detailed and quite scary. Loved the use of description and the twist at the end. This book was by-far one of the best books I have ever read as I enjoyed reading it and thought there was more to it than just a werewolf. I also like Dean Vincent Carter's note at the end about Wolves. I am a lover of wolves and thought that note was true as wolves are misunderstood.
A well paced and exciting story. I liked the little nods to the American Werewolf In London film, with the action on the London Underground and then in Piccadilly Circus. I couldn't help but feel sorry for Haller at the end of the book. And what a surprising twist to the tale.
im already interested in the book! :) got to chapter two and it was so confusing, it was like a different story from what i read before ! BORRRRIIIINNNNGGG !