The Devils Harvest: The End of All Flesh. Read Free

the Druid’s Stone, Druid’s Chair, Druid’s Altar, Druid’s Well, Druid Mine, and the Druidical Temple, and not forgetting the village named Drewsteignton; which its original name (Taintona) was first mentioned in the Domesday Book of 1086.

    As well as numerous stone formations accredited to the druids, there is also what are called Rock Basins, these were cavities cut into the rock to collect water, and for sacrificial purposes. One on Mis Tor is referred to as the Devil’s Frying Pan .
     
    Strangely, it also has a negative gravity anomaly, due to Cornubian batholith , which is a group of associated granite intrusions which underlie the southwestern peninsula of Great Britain; and the main exposed masses of granite are at Dartmoor.

    All in all, Dartmoor has more stories related to the devil, the occult, druid sacrifices and bizarre anomalies than any other section of land in Great Britain. I provide all this information to give you an idea of the region I live in, and the tales that inundate the folklore in the area.
     
    This may all relate to why the Devil came knocking at my door, it was simply a matter of location, location, location, as the estate agents like to say.

    I have a celebrated twelve horror novels under my belt, and a few awards adorning my walls and shelves. Some of these books have stories similar to myths and legends that prevail in this area. Funny, when I think about it, this is my thirteenth book. Does that have some bearing on what took place?

    I have a few other manuscripts I’m working on at the moment. But no more horror stories. What happened changed that part of me for ever.
     
    Why do I write? Some people ask me. I would like to say it’s because I love to read, and also I like to see one of my books in the hands of a passerby. To see the look of concentration upon their face as they read the words that I have placed on paper.

    But if I was to be brutally honest, I would say it is for the money. In this day and age everything always comes down to money. Supposedly, the route of all evil.
     
    I have made plenty of money from my written creations. That’s how I can afford to live in such an out of the way location in a big farm house. Some ask: Why do I stick it out, why do I put up with the critics’ sharp tongues when I could retire from writing and simply live off the royalties? But as any writer worth his salt knows, it’s not that simple. Once you have one book in circulation it’s not long before another joins it. A natural high some say. It’s something needing to be done, needing to be written.

    And the most asked question: Where do I get my ideas from? As my many ex-wives said, as well as friends and family, I have a very overactive imagination. Even more so now after I was released from his hold on me.
     
    But all in its proper place.

    Has not one of the greatest horror writers of our time, Stephen King written almost fifty novels? Each one a masterpiece in its own right. What if he had given up after his fifth novel or tenth novel? This generation would be different, would it not, without the works of his great mind?
     
    Likewise, after only a mere thirteen novels – compared to his fifty – I still can’t steal the laptop away, not just yet. Over the last few years it has been my only companion, a good faithful friend.

    I don’t use a typewriter, like you see in the movies; an author clicking away at an old classic machine. As they finish a page they pull it out and stack it on a pile of other crisp white sheets. In reality writing isn’t like that. I make mistakes with my spelling and grammar, just like everyone else (just ask my editor). And with a computer you can go back over, readjusting, correcting and fleshing-out. And with a typewriter there would be only one copy. Way to risky. As I write I back my books up on multiple external hard drives. Also sending them to myself via email, so if anything happened to all my drives I still have a copy in the