Videos are great tool to promote books. They can work like a “book trailer” that mimics a move trailer in that it describes the story in an exciting way, or an audio excerpt like this new video I produced for Werewolf Castle: Werewolves in the Renaissance 3.
How to Read or Listen to Werewolf Castle
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The excerpt presented in the video is from a scene leading up to the ritual when Thal makes people into werewolves to serve him. He needs to build a pack of supernatural killers to support him in his battle against Tekax, a sorcerer and long-time rival of Thal’s father.
Thal stood in the open window with his fur across his chest. The late fall snows had given way to clear weather. Rosy sunlight highlighted the mountains, and the snow melted back from the trees.
In his palm, he admired the light glittering on a moonstone ring. The smooth gem beckoned his attention. He wondered who had crafted the ring, but he thought most about the man whose dead finger he had taken it from. He had counted Rotfeng as an enemy but had desired for their relationship to be otherwise. Thal had tried to impose his will upon the dangerous werewolf but had been denied the chance to know if his influence would have converted the werewolf to an ally.
The sun sank behind a peak, and the colors in the moonstone faded.
Altea came alongside him. “Are you intending to wear that?” she asked.
“No,” he said quickly and closed his hand over the ring. “I was thinking about what is to be done tonight.”
“It’s not too late if you wish to change your mind,” she said.
Thal put an arm around her shoulders. “That is your desire is it not?”
Altea knew better than to attempt to lie to him when her turmoil was so close to the surface. “I’m afraid of what is to come,” she admitted.
“I share in this fear,” he said. “But a pack will strengthen our position. In the battles to come, I must have allies. My decision is made.”
His final statement struck Altea hard.
To reassure her, he said, “You make me wish I were only a man.” He kissed her. The soft press of his lips and the firm power of his body dissolved her concerns for a moment, but she did not believe him. His animal self mattered to him. He would never be a domesticated man. His heart would always be wild.
“You wish no such thing,” she scolded.
“You matter most to me,” he said.
Although kindly spoken, the words sounded like he was reminding himself instead of declaring his devotion with certainty.
But certainty gripped her heart with sudden force. Thal had said his decision was made, and now she made one for herself.
Pistol jumped off their bed and went to the door just before someone knocked.
“Your father summons you,” Mileko announced from the hall.
Altea gripped his hands. “Let us go,” she said resolutely, which he interpreted as her permission.
Sarputeen received them in his study. His head was freshly shaven, and palpable excitement had replaced his usual ominous calm. He welcomed Thal eagerly and ushered him into a chair.
With a hand resting on his son’s shoulder, he said, “Listen closely.”
Thal looked up at him expectantly, ready to receive knowledge.
Sarputeen told Mileko to take the volunteers to the place of changing.
“We’ll await you, Master,” Mileko said. He dipped his head reverently and departed.
“Ah, it’s good to see him on his feet again,” Sarputeen commented. “You did well to rescue him.”
“I accept his importance to you,” Thal said, and Sarputeen believed that his son’s attitude toward the man had thawed a little.
“Now you must focus on your pack. They will need your guidance. You must be firm with them this night,” Sarputeen said.
“Do you think they will resist me?” Thal wondered.
“They will not resist your leadership,” his father said and grabbed a dark glass bottle off his desk. “This potion will ensure your mastery. There will be no undoing your claim upon them once you bite them. You’ll drink it at the spot I’ve prepared in the forest. Once we gather, I’ll tell the volunteers to scatter. This ritual must feel like a hunt. You must track and pursue them. Make them afraid in their final moment before you strike. This fear will make the magic greater.”
