Dun an Doras: Gurduk (Book 2) by G. Tarr. London becomes the focal point for a paranormal invasion in this intelligently written book. A brutal killer is taking the lives of women in some bizarre and sinister plan to create the perfect bride from the souls of history's most powerful women; Jack the Ripper's soul is stalking the streets again; something big is coming, something evil, and Branna, Ged, Ben and others, all of them but one, creatures of a different sort who are inhabiting human bodies, are alerted to the approaching menace. With little more than a trail of disappearing women, freakish murders, ghoulish events and a shared-sense of impending disaster, this group of strange bedfellows, monsters and demons themselves, must find a way to work together and use their powers before the evil-reincarnate takes power. Dun an Doras: Gurduk, is filled with wonderfully witty dialogue, and while there are scenes of blood and gore and some brutality to satiate the appetites of horror-lovers, one cannot help but giggle and smile through some of the back-room conversations as they try, awkwardly and certainly without plan or orchestration, to get to the bottom of the malevolence now descending over the city.
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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