The setting of this story is the remote Scottish Highlands, where a blizzard coincides with the Christmas holidays. Andrew, a young police officer, receives a call about an accidental death at a remote lodge. The lodge is full of holiday cheer, with Christmas lights and the biggest tree Andrew has ever seen. However, something feels off, and it’s not just because there’s a dead body in the dining room. The walls of the hunting lodge were adorned with animal heads, while the chandeliers were crafted from deer antlers and other peculiar pieces of animal furniture.
Due to the storm, there is no mobile service, and the land lines are unavailable. Due to the weather, Andrew will be stranded at the lodge for a day or two. Initially, he thinks it might be nice not to spend the holidays alone, but as he notices strange modifications in the lodge, he starts to question his sanity and even his own perception of reality.
This story was absolutely amazing. I was completely taken aback by the unexpected twist at the end. The concept behind it is intriguing and gives off a “Pet Cemetery” vibe. Once I started this, I could not put it down. The story weaves between the present situation and the guests’ interconnected backstories at The Lodge. If you have a passion for thrillers and paranormal literature, you’ll find great satisfaction in reading “The Lodge.”
Many thanks to @ChrisCoppel @matadorbooks & @HenryRoiPR for the chance to review it.
About the Author
I was raised the son of a writer. My father wrote plays, films and novels. He was successful and suffered constant wanderlust. I was born in America when he was there writing Vertigo for Alfred Hitchcock.
I give that familial insight so that you can understand that I had the genes, I just needed to find my footing and get up the nerve to put pen to paper (or to be more accurate...open my laptop). Many would say that having a successful parent should make it easier to follow their path under the protective shadow of their parent’s success. Not so!
Writing is difficult. Writing in the hopes that you will be read, and your works appreciated is terrifying. In my case, the fear of failure kept my ideas and stories buried in a back closet within my brain.
It is only now as I enter the latter part of my existence that I have been able to calm the fear and share my stories with those who may wish to read them.
I would like to think that it was my choice to write about things that go bump in the night, but it wasn’t. I had no idea that I would one day write tales of horror, but that is now what I do. With each new book, I feel drawn further into the dark void that we feel but rarely see.
I hope you will join me.