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“Foolish pup,” MacGregor chided the wolf, “you don’t get it. Laddie, if water were evil I’d be but a drop. What stalks below is an ocean.”
From the haunted halls of Cairnwood Manor to the bowels of Rosslyn Chapel, Keepers of the Dead hurls you into the very heart of the eternal conflict between the forces of darkness and the forces of light. It’s fang versus claw, spell versus steel, and love versus death in an epic battle of blood and thunder.
When a sinister cabal converges to unleash the ultimate evil against an unsuspecting world, only the combined strength of the Wolves of Cairnwood Manor and the Circle of Nine Skulls offer up a glimmer of hope as werewolves, vampires, witches, immortal warriors, and an army of the undead collide.
“Bob’s imagination expertly fuses with occult wisdom to satiate anyone’s craving for a little blood, adventure, and a finale that’ll tear breath from mortal lungs.” –Rue Morgue Magazine
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Kilgour held the vampire locked in death’s embrace, slowly twisting the magical blade, spilling the hot blood onto his own chest and splattering Underwood in the gore.
“Blood…will have…” the vampire choked. Blood rose up in her throat and she spewed it from her lips.
“Blood,” Kilgour finished for her. He wrenched the blade free and with a strength preternatural, he severed Verkaik’s head and held it aloft allowing its blood to spill down upon Underwood’s chest. It drained off of the magician and was devoured by the cask beneath him even as he came a final time.
“By the gods,” he whispered a wave of ecstatic exhaustion assaulting him.
Cathal Kilgour let loose an agonizing scream. He turned and lowered himself atop the prone magician. His flesh rippled as a transformation began. Underwood struggled for release but was pinned beneath Kilgour as he thrashed about. His musculature realigned itself, his face splitting and reforming…hair sprouting across his tortured body. Before Underwood’s gaze, Cathal Kilgour transmogrified into a feral beast…a werewolf, truculent and hungered.
“Your turn, Underwood,” the beast growled, raising a clawed hand to strike.
“I don’t think so,” Underwood said calmly. He raised his hand and the false flesh fell away revealing the skeletal hand he had enchanted days before. This was the moment he had anticipated and planned for since the werewolf first came to him with his plans for power.
With a subtle flexing of his muscles, the skeletal hand clenched into a fist and Kilgour grasped at his chest in searing pain, falling back and away from the skillful mage. Underwood laughed as he magically tightened his grip on Kilgour’s heart, driving the beast to the ground where it writhed in torment beneath him. With a twist of the wrist, Underwood motioned for the creature to rise and Kilgour responded like a stringed puppet…Underwood was now the master.
“Let us end this, Kilgour…” Underwood gloated. “I’ve a demon to resurrect.”
I am very proud to know this man! Bobby has done wonderful things, and shall do even more