A Circle of Crows
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by Brynn Chapman
Category: Fantasy/Romance ARIANA Award Winner: Best Cover Art
Description: The children of Rhinebeck are not safe. They have been disappearing since 1900, without a trace. The lives of the three sisters who own the inn, become forever altered when thirteen year old Morgan disappears in the middle of the night when her family lie sleeping. The sisters' Scottish upbringing, with all of its tales of evil birds always seemed like old wives' tales; until the crows began behaving oddly and the sisters swear that when it rains, they can hear children's voices on the night air. The answer lies inside the Inn, with a doorway to another realm. A realm where children are also disappearing.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: June 2006
7 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [232 KB]
Reading time: 153-214 min.
"This is an amazingly creative read! This is a story about love and selflessness and offers a little bit of everything for the reader. This is one story that will stay with the reader long after the last page is read. Ms. Chapman is very talented author and one I have no trouble recommending."--Kristi Ahlers, Romantic Times, The Best Reviews
"Ms. Chapman leads the reader through intrigue and danger as Raena and Colin find a way to defeat the evil Queen. The reader keeps turning the page in hope that the two will find love. Ms. Chapman does not disappoint. 3 cups!"--Mary, Coffee Time Romance, Karen Find Out About New Books
"A Circle of Crows is a heart-stopping tale that will keep the reader on the edge of their seat and make them wonder what will happen next. Full of twists and turns, Ms. Chapman writes with much depth and flair as the sisters of the Four Seasons Inn gather to find out what happened over 100 years ago. Each page flips from one realm to the other as the tale is told and totally engrosses this reviewer. The characters are multidimensional and deliver a broad range of emotions as each sister deals with the nightmares and whispers they hear in the rain. Each page is a new revelation to the mystery and as one question is answered, another crops up to ensnare the reader. The flow of the book was fast paced at times when it needed it to be and then it would slow down some to keep the reader from having heart palpitations at the pace. It was a wonderful journey to enjoy this new author's imagination. Highly imaginative yet quite suspenseful, A Circle of Crows delivers the reader to a place where the dark edge of emotions gathers and mysteries abound. From start to finish, Ms. Chapman delivers a story that will keep the reader guessing with the many twists it delivers as well as the multifaceted characters to worm their way into a reader's heart. This is truly one book that will keep you on the edge of the seat as it races toward its climatic ending. A Circle of Crows is a stunningly told story that will keep you highly entertained from start to finish. Run to grab this engrossing tale and find yourself surprisingly scared at the way the plot curves when you least expect it. 4 hearts!"--Dawn, Love Romances
She didn't want to jump. She had three beautiful little girls, and she loved her husband. So why, when she peered out of the window into this gale force wind, did she feel like she wanted to fly into the air, into the heart of the storm?
The storm was calling to her, it seemed. She could hear something outside, underneath the thunder and lightening, another layer of sound.
It was familiar somehow. What was it? She had to know; she was driven to find out.
She flung open the window and crawled precariously onto the window ledge, slick with rain. What did she hear? Locusts? Cicadas?
No. It was whispers. Children whispering.
She couldn't make out what they were saying. She cocked her head to the side and leaned toward the sound. Her foot slid off the ledge and she caught herself, clawing at the sides of the old wooden windowpane.
Her heart hammering wildly in her chest, she felt dizzy as she looked down into the storm. It looked as if a tempest had appeared directly below the window under her hazardous perch. A black whirlwind spun round and round, making her sick as she watched its progress.
She felt as if she wanted to jump, and her foot left the ledge; when somewhere in the back of her mind, her father's Scottish brogue cautioned her. She replaced her foot.
"Anna," she heard whispered, "help us. We are lost. Please help." She lifted her foot again.
"I must help," she said matter-of factly into the wind. She bent her knees and prepared to leap, when she heard the decibel of the whispers increase and become more fervent. It seemed as if an unseen hand were pulling her toward the center of the black, whirling circle. She held her breath, and...
"Momma, what are you doing?"
She placed her foot down and turned around on the sill, slipping as she did so. Her daughter grabbed her hand and helped her down.
"The whispers, they were calling me," she said stupidly, still feeling as if her mind were thick with fog.
"You mean the children's voices? I hear them every time it rains."* * * *
Ten Years Ago
November 14, 1994 Eleven p.m.
Rhinebeck, New York
The hospital sliding doors opened and the gurney rushed through, precariously missing a corner in the EMTs haste to reach the M.D. on call.
"Vitals?" demanded Chris Calhoun, the lead paramedic.
"B.P. is sixty over thirty. We're losing him, Chris."
The patient had been found at the scene of a motor vehicle accident. His body had been retracted from his demolished car by the 'Jaws of Life.'
Chris began accounting the patient's status to the nurse who had run out of the sliding doors of the hospital to meet them, he rapid fired his report as he had been trained. "Head trauma, with possible spinal cord injury. We will need a neurology and an orthopedic resident, his tibia is a comminuted fracture as well on the right."
Chris Calhoun hovered over his patient's head and whispered, "Come on, buddy, hang in there."* * * *
November 14, 1994
Raena sat at her desk with her head in her hands, pouring over the paper due the following morning. She heard a sound outside ... one not familiar in this seaside neighborhood.
"Are those birds at this hour of night? Those aren't gulls..." she whispered to the dark.
She rose and walked to the window, sucking in her breath at the sight on her front lawn. A murder of crows were distributed all over the moonlit yard, squawking and pecking at one another.
"Something is wrong..." she said as a black, ominous feeling, almost palpable descended on her heart.
She startled with the ringing of the phone and her heart began to beat wildly. Running full tilt, she leaped over the ottoman and ripped receiver off its cradle.
"What's wrong?" she said into the receiver.
Sobbing on the other end--uncontrollable sobbing met her ears.
"Bella? Bella, honey, what is it?"
Her seventeen-year-old sister attempted to speak, but it comes out as, "RRRRRaaaeee!!"
"Bella, get a hold of yourself! What has happened! Where is Rachael? Put her on the phone. It's not the baby, is it?"