When I was a child, I thought as a child; I spake as a child; and I was afraid of giant bugs in the dark of my bedroom. When I was a... teenager, I put away such childish things, but I did become afraid of hunting with old drunks. When I became a man, I learned and earned some fears, such that I don't walk through tall grass, nor do I go to fireworks display. I had thought myself to be pretty well adjusted after all; until one day, a spider came and sat down... beside me... and introduced me to Mary Ann Poll and her creepy Ravens Cove. To be brief, it is a well-written horror story with ghosties and ghoullies and three-legged beasties and things that go bump in the night all set in a passion play with a Christian leitmotif playing out in the dark. I read it; my teeth chattered, etc., but who doesn't like a good old scare once in a while? Read Ravens Cove with the lights on and enjoy it.
Review by Carl Douglass, Neurosurgeon Turned Author Writes With Gripping Realism