Title: Revenge of the Wolf
Author: Skyler Patterson
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Genre: Paranormal Romance / Horror
REVENGE OF THE WOLF is a story of paranormal romance/action/horror. This
story is set in the early settled New York. A wealthy shape-shifting young man
named Justice Sorrowfell falls in love with a beautiful young woman named
Angelica Innocenta. When the woman is murdered, Justice goes on a spree of
vengeance against all outlaws, in the form of a wolf, and a werewolf. Justice
is urged on to continue his revenge by his un-dead fiancé Angelica. This is the
first book of a series. This is a tale that gives the message that death is not
always the end. This tale shows that true love cannot ever die.—SKYLER
PATTERSON
Author Bio
How did i become a
writer? My story could be a book of itself. I will not lie. I am the
“accidental writer”. I have been working in health care for many years. It was
when i decided to read books on my way to work that i stumbled upon the
possibility of writing. How did it happen? I take the train to get to my job in
N.Y.. I had become bored with reading the daily newspapers .It was then that i
decided to read a book instead. Mind you, i had not read a book in years! I
proceeded to read books by J.R. Tolkien, Anne Rice, Bram Stoker, and George M.
Martin. I found those books sooo cool! I love fantasy fiction. It was when i
became addicted to a certain series; that it happened. I read every book from
that series and when i asked the book store clerk when there would be more the man gave me terrible news. “Ha,
that guy puts out a book every five years. “WHAT”? I could not believe that. It
was then that i began to wonder what if i (yes me) could write a book myself.
This was a joke to me until i came up in minutes with a plot for a fantasy
fiction tale. HOW did i do that!? The plot was way TOO COOL to just do nothing
with. And i will not lie. I made every
type of mistake one could make in learning how to write. I have had no formal
training and i successfully dropped out of college, years ago! That first idea
became THE BOOK OF SWORDS, a medieval styled swords and sorcery epic. That book
gave me many headaches, before i learned how to write it!(great e book that it
is) So i took a break and wrote: THE LAST KRAKEN, a tale of a giant, leviathan
squid running amok, in the 1800’s. It was when i was writing that book that i
began to realize that i had somehow in only
a little more than a year became an author. I finished that first book.
I then proceeded to test a chapter of it on my school teacher sister. My sister
invited me over to hear my tale. My sister gave me many words of encouragement:
“Let’s all have a good laugh”! were her words! I read her a chapter. After i
read that chapter my sister began to stutter and jaws were dropping everywhere!
“HOW IN THE HELL”?! were her words! And then i began to write another book
called REVENGE OF THE WOLF. One day i passed my laptop to a girl i was dating
and asked her to read an emotional turning point of this romance/action/horror
story. As she was reading it; i was in awe as the woman slowly began to cry! I
then spent the rest of that year writing many books. And here i am! I am in
this for the long haul. I am now an author/poet/songwriter. My journey just
goes to show that one can never truly know what they are capable of; until they
give it that one good try! I can truly say I LOVE
WRITING.---SKYLER PATTERSON
Book Excerpt
Many a soul may ponder how it was, that a man of my
wealth and sense of adventure came to be in such a predicament. It is said that
a man cannot ever truly know anyone less he has walked in his shoes. For surely
the words hold irony. For not a man could think to judge me less he could walk
on all four of my legs, and howl by the fullest of moons. I can recall it like
it was yesterday. And yet in truth it was many years prior. I was just a young
green lad. On a hunt I was. Twas me and my brave father. On the hunt for game
we had no luck. until we were both set upon by a pack of bedeviling wolves. One
of the grievous death hounds, jumped into my path. The creature crouched
growling preparing to pounce. The beast’s eyes were like red hot fires, his
teeth like icy white death! The creature leapt at me. I raised my rifle.
However my courage possessed no conviction and there I stood paralyzed in my
fear! The beast lunged at me but I felt no fangs, and felt no blood spilling
from my veins. The creature did manage to bite my woolen coat. The only sound I
heard was the crack from my dear father’s rifle. And then the resounding thud
as the beast fell lifeless on the cold dark ground. It was then my father told
me words that I would never forget: “The wolves are the most devilish creatures
on the earth! The wolf is the beast that hunts not on his own but amongst a
pack. He is the creature that kills not in the light but from the dark shadows,
and the light of the moon”. For strange as it was there was beauty in this horror
and a horror to this beauty. For in time the moon turned, the horses gave way
to the great steel snake called the train. I became a great man. I hunted game
round the world. I fell in love. I became a soldier, and I became what others dreaded most… I became a
wolf. And then my life began… I was a young man and grew up in a mansion on the
Hudson. Who am i? My name is Justice Sorrowfell. But let us go back to when I
first became the beast. It was weeks after that dreaded hunt. I was in my bed
chamber at the manse, and noticed the puncture marks on my arm. I did not vex
myself as I had felt no ill effects. It was many years later when I was
entering manhood when I noticed a change. I went to sleep in my bed and awoke
on the floor, curled up in front of my mirror. When I gazed into the mirror I
saw not a young man but a wolf. I found
that i could change into the beast at will. I also began to smell other
beings and none of them were human. I could smell the horses in front of the
estate. I could smell the mice within the cellar. I also could hear things from
impossible distances. I also found that I could control other creatures. I
could shape shift into bodies of Rats and birds; and I could have them to do my
bidding. I told no one of my dark gift. It was my lone secret in all the world.
I also developed an insatiable appetite for meat and none of it cooked. I began
to have the house chef prepare for me meals of raw salmon fish, and other raw
dishes. My dear father began to think me growing dim. For me it made no matter.
It was soon after that I met an exquisite woman. In love I fell madly. This
woman was the most beautiful creation that god did see fit to bestow to walk
amongst this earth. Raven of hair she was. The woman had a round perfect face
with cheekbones high. The woman was shapely as an hourglass. And indeed I did
spend hours admiring her face and body. The woman had light grey piercing eyes.
For this woman gazing upon me truly could never fail to pierce my heart, like a
proper dagger. Angelica was her name. And in all truth god certainly removed an
angel from his heaven that she could walk this earth with a soul such as
myself. I courted her about the city. We dined in the finest eateries, and her
arm stayed entwined in mine through the very best operas. It was in the hazy
days of summer when I fell down into that blissful well called..love. Let us
begin our story there. Let us begin when I was more happier than now. Let us go
back to before things shattered like an expensive vase in my father’s Victorian
den. Let us go back to when i first met..HER.
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