The Wolf of Dorian Gray - A Werewolf Spawned by the Evil of Man

The Wolf of Dorian Gray - A Werewolf Spawned by the Evil of Man

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Sage Holdsworth is a gifted painter with a terrible secret. She never imagined her passion would give birth to a vicious monster that could cost her everything. Sage has hidden the source of her talent from her friend and benefactor Lady Helena, but Sage cannot conceal her infatuation with the handsome and charismatic Dorian Gray. Sage creates a lifelike painting of Dorian and a small wolf pup, but there is more to the painting than meets the eye. Lady Helena is determined to meet the mysterious man in the painting. If there is one thing she is good at, it is corrupting young men. Dorian's loss of innocence at her hands soon descends into a life of evil. Dorian pursues all the pleasures of life, unaware that his debauchery has spawned a werewolf that begins killing in the streets of London. Can Dorian and Sage save their souls? Or will the beast consume them all? "Rarely does romance and revenge intersect so pleasurably and delicately, forming a dance of passion and purpose that embraces a soul search and a confrontation between choices of salvation and sin." - Midwest Book Review "A delectable page turner. An excellent debut by Brian Ference. Full of excitement, anticipation, and rich scenery." - Pavan "It has something for everyone with action, romance, and mystery." - Rachel "There on my desk is the first passionate love-letter which I have ever composed in my life-and it is addressed to a dead girl." "The engorged moon hung full and low in the sky like a yellow skull. Misshapen clouds stretched across the floating orb with elongated hands and bony fingers grasping. As they neared the docks, the gas lamps grew fewer and the streets gloomier. The cobblestones blackened as they passed the deserted brickfields. Bottle-sgoodreadshaped kilns spat their outrage with orange tongues of fire into the cooling air. Mangy dogs snarled in hunger and wandering sea-gulls screamed their displeasure at the hansom's passage."
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