Forsaken | J D Barker | a review

I bought this book straight off the back of finishing ‘The Fourth Monkey‘ by the same author, this book is a predecessor to this, but not the same story.

I really liked the writing style of Barker and wanted to immerse myself into his writing again.

This book was creepy, some parts had me checking under my bed before I went to sleep!

The story revolves around a family, a successful writer, his heavily pregnant wife and daughter, they were like many other families today, money troubles etc, until his wife bought him this journal form an old curiosity shop, it seemed to breathe new life into him and his writing and before you know it, book deals, movie deals and a very promising career.

You get snippets of the diary entries interspearsed with real time action, personally, I prefered the modern day chapters, but, this book would not have been complete without the former.

Strange things start occuring, their lawn suddenly dies, piles of dirt appear in the house, smells ,weird knightmares and little pokey eyes starting at you in the dark….. oh and not forgetting the click click click of long nails that protrude from a very wisesned hand…

Thad McAlister our main male lead and aforementioned writer is amazed how he managed to write such an a frightening book, so easily, it just seemed to flow right through him, was he just realising his true talent or was he being used as a conduit for something more powerful and terryfying.

Things are not going well for the McAlisters…..


If you are of a nervous disposition read this IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT and not like me, just before lights out!



have fun now!!




Forsaken Book Cover Forsaken
Shadow Cove Saga
J D Barker
Horror / Paranormal
Hampton Creek Press
November 2014
Bought myself

From the witch trials of centuries past, an evil awakens.

Inspired by Actual Events
Excerpt from the Journal of Clayton Stone – 1692
She was examined today without torture at Shadow Cove township on the charge of witchcraft. She said she was wholly innocent of the crime and has never in life renounced God. I watched as they brought her out. A poor, sickly thing, worn by her time behind the walls of her prison. Her bared feet and hands bound in leather, her clothing tattered to that of ruin. Despite such condition, her head was held high, her eyes meeting those of her accusers. She still refuses to provide her name so we remain unable to search baptismal records, nor has her family stepped forward to claim her as their own. We have no reason to believe she is anything but an orphaned child. I find myself unable to look at her directly in the moments preceding her trial. She is watching me though; with eyes of the deepest blue, she is watching me.
Thad McAlister, Rise of the Witch

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