Mortlake Series Books 1 - 6: Horror Series Bundle
Mortlake Series Books 1 - 6: Horror Series Bundle
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Werewolves, ghosts, and the undead are only the beginning....
The eccentric Professor Marcus Mortlake seems like an unlikely candidate to battle the supernatural. Despite his scruffy exterior, this paranormal investigator has faced deathly horrors and risked his life countless times to defend humanity.
But no matter how many supernatural menaces he defeats, it is never enough. Haunted by his past, and tortured by the present, these horrific adventures bring Mortlake face-to-face with an evil beyond his wildest imagination....
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Great book! I t is very different from the first book in the series, but the characters seem to have a life of their own. No recycled plots here! The ending absolutely took my by surprise, i can't wait to read the next story! It will certainly hook your interest!" - Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "This is about two entities, Animals and Humans. I love how the story starts out combining the two in the same chapters, separating them as the story continues, and the end joins the two entities back up. An exciting book in this series and I recommend this to everyone." - Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "This was not my usual type of book... I am usually more into ghost stories. :-) But this story was well laid out and written by Mr. Longhorn. At the beginning of the book, it details a group that is clearly at the very least harboring a werewolf. But the facts are even more bizarre and horrific as you go through the book." - Reviewer
Books Included in the Bundle:
✅ Wolfsbane (Book 1)
✅ House of Whispers (Book 2)
✅ Bloodlust (Book 3)
✅ Soul Taker (Book 4)
✅ Eyes of Death (Book 5)
✅ Death Hunt (Book 6)
Just over a week had passed since her first meeting with Marcus Mortlake. He had sent Tara a series of emails, asking questions and offering snippets of information. Then, he invited her to a meeting with what he termed “an old sparring partner”. Tara guessed it would be some kind of investigator—maybe a journalist or a cop. The venue was a café in North London, not far from a Tube station. She walked straight past the place, checked her phone, found that she was expected to go into an establishment called The Greasy Spoon. She paused outside the large window and saw Mortlake sitting opposite a heavy-set man. The stranger looked like a cop—dark-suited, serious, clean-shaven.
Inside, it was not clear if the place was supposed to be an amusingly retro take on a shabby eatery or a bold affirmation of terrible British cuisine. Tara decided to err on the side of caution and ingest nothing. She nodded to the girl behind the counter and joined the men at a small table. Mortlake introduced the stranger as Detective Inspector Rob Westall. The name rang a bell.
“People bursting into flames?” she said.
“My fame precedes me,” he said affably. “Yes, that was when I met the prof here. Haven’t been able to shake him since. We’re like Mulder and Scully, only I’ve got longer legs than Gillian Anderson.”
“Do you want a cuppa?” asked Mortlake, gesturing at a small, stainless steel teapot. As well as the inevitable British “cuppas”, the two men had had a full English breakfast. Two nearly empty plates were swimming in grease and egg yolk. Tara shook her head.
Westall was pleasant enough, but he clearly expected to go over the attack again. Tara bridled at this, pointing out that she had given Mortlake all the details.
“Yeah, I know it’s tedious and irritating,” Westall conceded. “But it’s also a very common practice. If a person makes up a story, they tend to say the same detailed stuff over and over with little variation. An honest recollection is always going to be incomplete, messy, even contradictory in some ways. Just the opposite of what you might expect, in fact. Honest people are much less consistent than practiced liars because memory is a bit treacherous. So, will you tell me what happened?”
Tara was mollified and did her best to recall her ordeal. Westall focused more on times and places, and she got the impression he was well up on the area where it happened. Then he focused on her escape, going over and over why the beasts had taken down Josh but somehow let her go.
“I don’t know!” she said several times.
“I have a theory about that, if it might help,” Mortlake said.
He produced his phone and showed her a picture of a blue flower, asked if it looked familiar. Tara took the phone, peered at the picture, then shrugged.
“Could be. I remember some wildflowers, they were blue… Yeah, that looks like them. Why?”
Mortlake looked from her to Westall. The detective sighed and leaned back in his chair.
“Okay, I know I won’t like this,” said Westall. “Tell me it’s a magical herb, straight from the realm of the pixies.”
“Not exactly,” Mortlake said. “It’s actually a very poisonous wild plant called Aconitum or monkshood. But it does have another name.”
He paused, obviously for dramatic effect. But he paused just a heartbeat too long.
“Wolfsbane,” put in Westall. “Sometimes called the Queen of Poisons, or Plant Arsenic.”
Seeing Tara’s expression, he laughed.
“History of crime—one of my little hobbies, if you can call it that. Poisoning was a popular crime in the old days, I’ve read a few books about it. Before modern medical science, aconitum was a good way for a wife to get rid of a troublesome husband—or vice versa. Brew up a few plants, slip it in his porridge. Nowadays, very few people try it—march of progress and all that.”
Mortlake looked deflated at having his dramatic revelation stolen from him.
“Wolfsbane indeed,” he said. “I forgot your fascination with the crimes of the past.”
He turned to Tara.
“Try this working hypothesis—you fell into a patch of the stuff, and that wildflower protected you. According to folklore, it’s far more toxic to lycanthropes than people. You got a rash that cleared up in a day or so, they would have suffered far worse.”
“That makes sense, I guess,” she said, handing the phone back to Mortlake. “But I’ll bet the Inspector here doesn’t believe in werewolves running amok in England.”
“Better to say I don’t want to believe in them,” Westall corrected her. “Apart from anything else, how can you charge somebody with a crime committed while they were transformed into a different species? The Crown Prosecutor wouldn’t touch that and he’d be quite justified. It’s my job to catch criminals, so I’d rather believe we’re dealing with hunting animals of some kind, and that makes their owners guilty of any number of serious offenses.”
“You think Tara saw some kind of exotic hunting animal?” Mortlake demanded.
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