Monday, August 10, 2015

BLOG TOUR: The Forlorned by Angela J. Townsend

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The Forlorned
Angela J. Townsend
Published: July 21st, 2015
Publisher:  Crimson Tree Publishing
Genre:  Horror
Content Warning:  Violence
Recommended Age:  13+

When Tom Doherty first laid eyes on the lighthouse he knew it was damned.

An advertisement lured him to the island, offering a job renovating the old lighthouse and ramshackle buildings. What he didn’t know was that he was the only applicant. None of the locals wanted the job – no one dared.
Isolated and alone, Tom soon discovers why. Messages from disembodied voices; ghostly visitations and escalating horrors draw Tom deeper into the island’s evil past—a darkness that forces Tom to unbury the truth and bring demons of his own into the light.


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The trap stood in the entryway of the kitchen, smeared with a thick glob of Peanut Butter. Tom sat in the living room and waited for it to spring. He’d take the rat to the opposite side of the island and release it. At midnight, he gave up and climbed into the chair by the fire. The tightness in his body relaxed and sleep overtook him.
Tom was awakened by his shivering only an hour after dozing off. He peered outside his frosted window. There must be a cold front moving in.
He added more wood to the fire and shivered under the quilt. The temperature continued to drop. He could see his own breath come in puffs of steam with every exhale. Exhausted and still shivering, Tom finally dozed again.
Deep asleep in the middle of the night Tom struggled, fought to move, but couldn’t. His eyes refused to open.
A sinister presence loomed over him, trapping him under like a heavy fish net, constricting his every movement, only inches from his face. Icy breath pelted his forehead.
Tom’s eyes snapped open. His chest seized with panic. He was no longer in the chair. He struggled to hold himself upright. Cold, fog-laden night burned his lungs with each gasping breath. His bare feet froze onto cold, wet wood. The crash of thunder and flash of lightning took turns adding to the torment of the night.
As if waking up from a bad dream, Tom stood on the deck of a strange ship. The massive vessel leaned forward and back, driving hard through the waves. Wailing winds and icy sleet tore at her ravaged sails, creating an eerie flapping noise. Tom’s heart pounded. Muffled voices of men shouted over the storm.
A shot rang past his head.
He struggled to wake himself from the nightmare but couldn’t.
Somewhere in the dark a man yelled, “Hold tight!” The sea rose and a wave washed over the ship.
Wrenched off his feet, he landed hard on the deck. He slid to the opposite side of the ship and grasped the edge of a rail just in time to avoid being washed overboard. A hot flash of pain seared in his back.
Tom rolled over and saw the men loading grape and canister shot into cannons lined up along the deck. Scrambling to his feet, he bolted to a man busy loading another round into one of the large guns.
“Who are you?” Tom shouted.
The man looked directly at him but didn’t seem to hear. Angry at being ignored, Tom shouted again, “What’s going on?”
The man looked past him.
Tom ran to the other side of the ship to avoid the salt-stiff rigging as it crashed to the deck. He realized the crew couldn’t see him.
A flash of lightning struck near the rear of the ship and he saw the pursuer, a massive frigate. Her great prow sliced through boiling black waters. An English flag boldly whipped back and forth atop her mast. Daggers of ice hung from her gun ports.
Someone grabbed his arm. He tried to wrench it away, but the hand held fast. He looked into the eyes of a young mast-hand.
“What ship is this? Where am I?” Tom yelled.
Lightning struck again, and the young man turned into a bloated corpse. The flesh fell away from his raw bones. A grape shot wound appeared in his forehead.
“It was hell, Tom. Don’t forget us. Come find us, Tom. Come find us.”

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

The ForlornedI must say I don't have the words for this book. What an absolute phenomenal Horror story!!! I was totally blown away by the author's style of writing. It has its own unique quality that keeps your heart racing and sitting on the edge of your seat, and it is written in a way that its acceptable for teens to read. It's a phenomenal read that kept me guessing about the ghosts of the Lighthouse. The story was so well written, the book actually called to me, as if it was taunting me and calling my name when I would put it down, and of course, I had trouble ignoring it and would go back to it and get entangled in its pages all over again. It's a fast paced and smooth read, and this was one book I was sad when it ended. This book is being made into a movie and I must say as wild as my imagination got while reading this book, its going to be extremely creepy on the big screen. This is one author that I will want to keep my eye out for and I can't wait to read more of her work. 


Clean Teen Publishing provided me with a digital ARC copy of the book for review purposes only. No remuneration was exchanged.

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What’s it like having your book turned into a movie? What do you like and dislike about the process?

Having my book transformed into a movie is a dream come true. I fist wrote The Forlorned in 2003. It was then titled Fears of a Fisherman. My editor and I decided to rename it to make it sound more commercial. She tossed a few names out to me and we decided on The Forlorned because it truly encompasses the feeling of the book --but for the longest time it was simply called the lighthouse movie by everyone working on the film.

I have truly enjoyed the whole process and have learned so much. It is such a breathtaking experience to hear my written words spoken aloud on screen by such talented people. The first time I previewed the screener, I wanted to pinch myself to see if it were really real. It was an incredible opportunity to work closely with producers and directors. One of my favorite parts was being able to tour the crumbling but historic mansion where the movie was being filmed. I love old houses almost as much as I love writing about them. I enjoyed being on set where I was able to see the cameras, special equipment and sets being put together and dismantled. It was all so fascinating. It was like seeing the world I created all those years ago come to life in front of my eyes.

My experience with being so involved in the movie is very different than most authors with movie deals. I feel so extremely fortunate to be such a proactive part of all of it. The downside of having a book translated to film is the pressure. I’m a very introverted person, as most writers are. I’m not one that likes big crowds or to be the center of attention. I’m still struggling with these issues--but I am fortune enough to be in good company with people that are familiar with the business and can help me along the way.

Angela Townsend was born in the beautiful Rocky Mountains of Missoula, Montana. As a child, Angela grew up listening to stories told by her grandparents, ancient tales and legends of faraway places. Influenced by her Irish and Scottish heritage, Angela became an avid research historian, specializing in Celtic mythology. Her gift for storytelling finally led her to a full time career in historical research and writing. A writer in local community circulations, Angela is also a published genealogical and historical resource writer who has taught numerous research seminars. Currently, Angela divides her time between writing, playing Celtic music on her fiddle, and Irish dancing.

Angela resides on a ranch, in rural Northwestern Montana, with her two children Levi and Grant.

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