Ghost: Wolf's-own (Book One) by Carole Cummings

Oh, the Booyah! that is this book. Eden Winters, you know me so well.

How irresistible is the number one? As in Chapter One, Book One, the beginning, the nervous anticipation and sometimes trepidation I feel when I start a new book and series from an author I’ve never read before. There are so many variables, so many unknowns—will I love it, like it, feel entirely ambivalent toward it, or will I outright hate it? It’s like starting out on a blind journey down a dark and unfamiliar path, with no system in place to navigate the possible pitfalls and inclines I’ll surely face with each new chapter, nothing other than my own wits and hope that when I finish, that path isn’t littered with too many squandered opportunities or too much misspent time.

Mostly I get lucky. Sometimes I don’t.

Right now, I’m feeling like I hit the literary lotto.

Carole Cummings has just joined a short list of authors who, when I read their work for the first time, I knew I was onto something kind of special, authors who put their personal stamps of ownership upon the sub-genres in which they write, as I was left in jaw dropping wonder at the skill and finesse with which she wielded her words, threading the loom, each chapter a slow and enticing revelation, until finally the entire picture could be seen, and it was stunning.

Ghost: Wolf’s-own (Book One) is just the beginning of what promises to be an epic adventure of danger and betrayal, of mistrust and abuse of trust. This is the story of men and women who play their parts in the manipulations and machinations between the gods and their children, the Ancestors and the Untouchable, and the Blood magic they use to control and to sacrifice, for sinister and secretive purposes.

There are definitive sides and there are neutral zones in this eloquently fascinating world, places in which one can linger only long enough to decide on which side of the line he will fall. The time is coming (March 26th, to be exact) to discover who will dominate and who will defeat, who will survive and who will perish in this game where choosing sides may be entirely detrimental to one’s health.

Family will be the key in so much of what is yet to come—a family by birth and a family that could be chosen, if only there were room to trust in the feelings that are drowned by the voices of the spirits and the abuse of authority and the warping and twisting of a boy’s own needs and wants against him, until he is little more than a shell, a weapon devoid of self, bereft of a connection to his own sense of worth. He is the Ghost, the visible wraith who slips into and out of shadows. He is the Untouchable who wants nothing more than to be touched in spite of how much he loathes himself for that need.

There is one who wishes to touch him, who wants to touch his heart and awaken the feelings that died long ago. That is, if that man does not become the Ghost’s executioner.

March 26th suddenly seems so far away.

Buy Ghost: Wolf’s-own (Book One) HERE