A Georgia swamp is the perfect place for forest ranger Adam Marshall to hide his werewolf nature. But when he finds himself irresistibly drawn to biologist Sara Weston, their future is threatened by a coven of witches with a score to settle with the locals.
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Posted July 26, 2008 by Jade , Wyoming USAWhen this book started out I found it hard to get into and I was disappointed in my choice; however, I'm glad that I kept reading. Things that I thought would happen didn't and I think it is refreshing to actually read a story that didn't have a set formula. The ending was great and she did a good job in creating the hypocritical townspeople. They are so easy to despise aren't they? Here they sought this woman out for her help and years down the road when there is actually someone she can't save they go all mob-like on her and burn her. Then they get upset when it turns out the descendents of the other people they did that to decide to take revenge. This book was great and I definitely recommend it.
October 06, 2003
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Excerpt from Witching Moon by Rebecca York
THE LAST GUY who had walked in his shoes was a dead man, Adam Marshall thought as his booted feet sank into the soggy ground of the southern Georgia swamp. But he didn't intend to suffer the same fate. He had advantages that the previous head ranger at Nature's Refuge hadn't possessed.
Still, something was making his skin prickle tonight, Adam silently admitted as he slipped one hand into the pocket of his jeans. Standing very still on the porch of his cabin, he listened to the night sounds around him. The clicking noise of a bullfrog. The buzz of insects. The splash of a predator slipping into the murky waters of the mysterious marshes that the Indians had called Olakompa.
The Indians were long gone, but an aura of otherworldliness remained in this pocket of wetlands, which had managed to withstand the encroachment of civilization. It was a place steeped in superstition, and Adam had heard some pretty wild talesýof people who had been swallowed up by the "trembling earth" and of strange creatures that roamed the backcountry.
In the darkness, he laughed. He'd taken all that with a grain of salt. But maybe he could contribute to the myths while he was here.
This was a very different setting from his previous post in the dry desert country of Big Bend National Park.
He liked the change. Liked the swamp. For now. He never stayed any place too long. It didn't matter where he lived, actually. Just so he had the space he needed to roam free.
He looked up and saw the moon filtering through the branches of the willow oaks and cypress trees. It was huge and yellow and full, and he knew there were people who would think that the large orb in the sky had something to do with his unsettled mood. But it wasn't that.
He dragged in a long breath, detecting a scent that was out of place in the sultry air. Nothing he had ever smelled before, he thought, as he walked into the shadows under the oak trees.
Whatever it was had a strange tang, a pull, an edge of danger that he found disturbing. Of course, he was affected by odors as few people were. And by other things most folks took in stride. Coffee, for example, made him sick. And forget liquor.
Later tonight, he'd probably have a cup of herbal tea. By himself, since he was the only staffer who lived in the parkýin the cozy cabin thoughtfully provided by Austen Barnette, who owned this three-hundred-acre corner of the swampland, along with a sizable portion of Wayland, Georgia.
Barnette was the big cheese in the area. And he'd gone to the expense and bother of hiring Adam Marshall away from the U.S. Park Service to show he was serious about running Nature's Refuge as a private enterprise. But there was another reason as well. Adam had a reputation for solving problems.
Most recently, at Big Bend, he had shut down a bunch of drug smugglers who had been bringing their cargoes across the drought-shrunken Rio Grande. He had tracked them to their mountain hideout and scared the shit out of them before turning them over to the border patrol.
He had done a good job, because he always demanded the best from himself as far as his work was concerned. It compensated for the other area of his life where he wasn't quite so effectiveýpersonal relationships. But he was damn well going to find out who had killed Ken White, the previous head ranger.