Dun an Doras: Feuer, by Gemma Tarr, is a ghoulish skin-crawling horror fantasy. Once again, the bizarre gang of cryptids, composed of a troll, a werewolf, and more, just "normal" people with a common bond - they're not normal, find themselves facing the most gruesome of outlandish murders, as the disfigured corpses of small children start appearing in their small town. As the entire town goes into lock-down to protect their children from a monster that no one can see, one person shows up on the scene, and he knows exactly who is committing the atrocities. Now the team, despite their special powers, will have to face the worst of the worst and no one is looking forward to it.
Review by International Writers Inspiring Change
About Gemma Tarr
Reading is basically staring at slices of tree, risking a tree's last revenge, and hallucinating wildly. And I love it.
I have always loved reading and writing, penning short stories or long ones, writing bad poetry and staring at the sky wondering if anyone else is thinking what I'm thinking at the same time; the odds aren't great. (How did people learn you could eat an oyster and who stuck their hand in the first one thinking 'I can't wait to eat this sea bogey.'?)
As the years passed, I wrote more, I'd always been told in school that I had to learn to slow down my brain to meet my writing speed, that I had to stop thinking so much and why hadn't I just finished the quadratic equations yet. I always found it mildly unfair. Why shouldn't I love reading? I wasn't hurting anyone by devouring book after book, relishing getting a new book, speeding through another tale and smiling, content, as I closed the back cover.
Then I had 'The Problems'. I developed PTSD, anxiety and depression. Suddenly books didn't hold me anymore, I just wanted to die quietly in the corner and not bother anyone.
But one day, it hit me, books had been my escape for years, my rescuers, my friends and confidantes, why couldn't they now? Why couldn't I use the power being drained away by my mental health issues and make a whole new life.
Thus, Dun an Doras was born.
I refuse to die quietly, I refuse to let the fantasy genre die alone, remembered only by D&D players and kids. We would rise together, via mythology and legend, whipping past werewolves and banshees and settling in the wonderful world of togetherness.
Also, as we all know, these things do exist, they're just better at hiding than we thought!
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