Dr. John Davenport, a veterinary doctor of large animals, moves his family to North Carolina after hearing of an opportunity to take over the practice of a retiring veterinarian. To the family’s delight, they find a stone farmhouse for sale on several picturesque acres nestled in the mountains. There is even a small lake and a barn on the property, the perfect setting for John and his wife, Rachael, to raise their two active boys, Dillon and Drew. But the family is not destined to find peace and serenity in the mountains.
Ten-year-old Drew Davenport and his family are unexpectedly drawn into a struggle for survival as the result of an amazing discovery. Much of what the family had believed about the world is suddenly turned up-side down when an ancient secret is uncovered. The present day collides with the past when myths and legends become real.
Along their amazing and difficult journey the Davenports learn lessons about friendship, loyalty and sacrifice – and about the often blurred line between things good and evil. The resourcefulness of the family is stretched to its limits as they unite to protect the values that they cherish. And in so doing, they restore the faith of a mysterious visitor in the goodness of the human spirit.
Can the family hope to stand against the darkness that threatens to destroy them?
Drew quieted his mind and steadied his breathing, then reached out with The Knowing. He hoped that something as familiar as fear would be revealed by an obvious emotional tag, something he could identify and latch onto. Whether Drew could grapple with the mans fear and then take control, well, that was another matter.
Ignore everything but the emotions of the superstitious man.
All at once the jungle around him disappeared as though a dark shroud had been pulled over the trees, the bushes, and the rocks. The flames of the campfire turned pale, a stain of gray light in a void of utter darkness. The humid air, alive with the droning of insects, thickened, and the sound trailed away as though disappearing down a funnel. Beneath it all, a faint pounding like the beat of a distant bass drum floated on the wind.
The pounding quickened, closer now, each beat echoing. Bump bump, bump bump, bump bump. The beats grew more intense until at last the sound resonated deep inside his head. A heart beat, racing faster and faster, until the beats joined in one continuous stream.
Diaz was aware of a presence invading his mind. The intrusion into his emotions whipped him into a state of panic.
But Drew had to delve further still.