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The Sheens have always been considered outsiders because legend has it that a Sheen brought a monstrous dog, the Shriker, to the woods 300 years ago. Although the beast disappeared for a long time, it has begun to return in search of human prey, and when a local girl's bones are found in the woods, the villagers blame the clan. Such is the premise of this story of 15-year-old Miles Sheen and his 13-year-old sister, Hanna, who are determined to break the family curse. The action tracks between two linked worlds, as Miles is drawn into the Otherworld in pursuit of the Shriker, and Hanna follows. Carey delivers an eerie, atmospheric tale, full of terror and courage, set in a convincingly realized magical realm.
Kirkus ReviewsA creature called the Shriker has lured helpless victims to their gruesome deaths in Shalem Wood for centuries. Miles and Hanna Ferrell learn that it was their own ancestor who was responsible for the creation of the beast and his anger and taste for blood. When their friend becomes the most recent victim, Miles is determined to kill the beast and right the wrong, before his sister is taken next. It isn't long before Hanna goes in search of her missing brother, to save him from becoming the very beast he has set out to destroy. Moving between parallel dimensions, leaving behind their friends and family, these two youngsters must prove themselves capable of surviving danger, making the right choices and always staying true to their inner selves and to each other. An engaging tale, with just the right touch of terror to make a good story, it thankfully avoids devolving into an unnecessarily gruesome gore-fest. A hefty but not tiresome read, this will leave the reader anxious to turn just a few more pages before turning out the light. (Fiction. 10-14)
Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)Carey (The Double Life of Zoe Flynn) begins her atmospheric thriller with a doozy of a premise: 300 years ago, a man named Rory Sheen handed over his beloved dog to the Grim Reaper in order to spare his own life: """"Your master has betrayed you,"""" he tells Rory's dog, """"And through his betrayal man's best friend becomes his worst enemy."""" This story is repeated through the years, up to the present, when siblings Miles, 15, and 13-year-old Hanna Ferrell find the body of a girl in Shalem Wood who has been killed by an animal, the bones picked clean. Even though the townsfolk suspect the demon dog (the Shriker), they blame the Ferrells, for they are the descendants of Rory Sheen and thus treated as outsiders. An encounter with the Sylth Queen in the forest garners Miles the gift of shapeshifting-an ability also possessed by the Shriker-and he becomes obsessed with killing the beast, in hopes of ending the family curse. But when Miles assumes the form of a wolf, and experiences its hunger, the distinction between man and animal begins to dissolve. Readers might be conflicted about how the beast meets its end-the explanation may be too rosy for a story this dark-but the idea that kindness conquers all is ultimately a satisfying one. Ages 10-14.
School Library JournalGr 5-8-Miles and Hanna Ferrell live near Shalem Wood where a beast known as the Shriker has been attacking villagers for 300 years. Everyone knows his story-he was once a faithful dog betrayed by his owner, given to an evil master (another Ferrell), and cursed to kill at the time of the dark moon. Miles is determined to break the curse and win the admiration of the town. It doesn't take long for him to get in over his head, and meek, quiet Hanna has to overcome her shyness if she is to save him. Or, will the siblings just become two more of the beast's victims? The story has plenty of intrigue and danger, and the characters are realistically drawn. While well written, the plot is just a tad predictable, which, in fact, adds to its charm as the novel reads almost like a fairy tale, with the same rhythms and the same etiquette. Recommend it to lovers of (very mild) horror and suspense or to those who enjoy old-fashioned fairy tales. All in all, a fun read.-Saleena L. Davidson, South Brunswick Public Library, Monmouth Junction, NJ Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Voice of Youth AdvocatesLiving ten miles outside the village, fifteen-year-old Miles Ferrell and his thirteen-year-old sister, Hanna, are treated with fear and distrust by the villagers who hold them and their family responsible for the recent death of young Polly, whose cleaned bones have raised the specter of the Shriker yet again. According to legend, it was a member of the Sheen clan, kin of Miles and Hanna's mother, who brought the monstrous dog known as the Shriker to Shalem Wood three hundred years ago, where he hunts still, calling to hapless folks on Enness Isle during the dark moon. While their mother refuses to believe in the legend, banning it from the house, Granda knows its truth, telling Miles and Hanna the family story before he dies. Determined to break the Shriker's curse, Miles steals a spell from his mentor, setting in motion a complex weave of force and power well beyond this world, and drawing Miles into a journey that will require all his courage, and from which only Hanna and her ingenuity can save him. One after the other, the brash, well-intentioned hero and the plucky young heroine enter a realm of betrayal, honor, destiny, and otherworldly justice. Plot twists combine with magic, suspense, legend, challenge, and redemption, creating a new tale that builds on "the threads from all the storytellers of the past." Complications and complexities add to the length of the book, which will appeal most to dedicated fantasy readers.-Kim Carter.
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Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)
School Library Journal
Voice of Youth Advocates
Wilson's Children's Catalog
Wilson's Junior High Catalog
Do not wander in the deeps, where the Shriker's shadow creeps. When he rises from beneath, beware the sharpness of his teeth.
-- A saying on Enness Isle
The full moon darkened over as Polly crept through the trees. A sound had drawn her into Shalem Wood. A call so low and sweet it made her forget her sorrow over her lover, Tarn, who'd drowned at sea.
She stepped in rhythm to the call that filled her body and sang down to her bones. It was beautiful. So rich and deep. Who was the singer? Where was the song? Her heart beat in time with it. The green trees swayed with it. All dancing, dancing.
Polly began to spin, reeling round and round to the sweet, dark sound. She tripped on a root. Fell. Cried out. The sudden, sharp pain in her leg awakened her from her trance. She'd cut her knee and torn her sleeve in the blackberry hedge when she fell. Inching her way back to the trail, she came to a stand and looked about. She'd come into the woods alone at night, and in her sleeping gown! How had she gotten here?
It had been a full-moon night when she bedded down in Brim village, by the sea. Now the moon had eclipsed, and all was deep in shadow. Nothing but pale starlight to guide her.
Polly twisted the shell bracelet on her wrist. Think. She had to think. Taking a deep breath, she turned about. She'd retrace her steps, find the mountain road that led back to town. Aye, she could do that; she'd walked these woods by day before and knew her way well enough. Polly headed down the winding trail, never mind her sore knee.
An owl hooted from the pine branch above. Polly sped up her pace. There was a tale Gran used to tell years ago about a beast that haunted the forest on dark-moon nights like this. But it was just a story told to frighten little children and keep them out of Shalem Wood.
"Just a story," whispered Polly over and over as she walked. Branches waved in the wind. Leaves trembled in the thornbushes. The broad-limbed oaks and pines creaked above like black-boned giants.
Halfway down the trail Polly stopped, heart pounding. This was the way back, wasn't it?
That call again. Her chest tightened. It was that call that had drawn her into Shalem Wood. Some kind of spell. It must be, for it didn't sound so lovely now. It sounded more like a wolf's howl. One wolf or many or... Polly took off running. She had to reach the road. It couldn't be far. But which way? It was so dark in the forest with the moon gone.
She fled through the bracken, gulping down the chill night air.
The baying sound came again. A wolf, surely, but it must be more than one; no single wolf could have such a monstrous howl. Polly rushed right, then left, then right again. She had to find her way out!
The sound of paws against the earth behind her. Fast. Faster. The beast was gaining. The pounding paws were too loud to come from a wolf. Not a wolf. Something bigger than a wolf.
The thing was bounding closer. Paw to earth. Paw to earth. Pounding. Pounding. She ran fast, faster.
The beast pounced.
Miles awakened with a fright. Someone had screamed. He leaped off his cot and stood in his stocking feet, trembling, listening.
The scream was real, wasn't it? He looked out the window. Outside the full moon was eclipsed. Miles blinked in wonder. He'd never seen an eclipse before. How dark it made the barn, the dirt road. How black it made the trees in Shalem Wood.
Another horrible, high-pitched scream.
Miles started. The first scream had been real. Had his sister, Hanna, gone dreamwalking in the woods again? Was she badly hurt?
Miles tugged on his boots, grabbed his bow and hunting knife, and flung open his door. Halfway down the hall he ran into Da, who was already throwing on his cloak.
"Did you hear that?" asked Da.
"Aye. Where's Hanna?"
"She's in her room. I told her to stay put."
Someone else, then. Who was out there? No time to think -- they were already racing across the dirt road, the torch fires blowing back as they rushed along.
Starlight fell dimly on the treetops. The moon still hid in shadow. It was hard to see very far ahead, even with the torches.
"This way, Da!" They took the broadest trail through the whispering pines.
"Hello!" called Da. "Anyone out there?"
No answer. An owl winged overhead.
Miles splashed across a mountain stream, the cold water soaking into his boots. On the far side he saw something. "Look!" he called. They raced up the grade toward the blackberry bushes, where a bit of torn fabric flailed in the wind. Da held his torch up near enough to see the pattern in the cloth, white cotton stitched with violets.
Miles touched the violets. Small stitches like the ones his sister, Hanna, made.
"What is it?" asked Da.
Miles couldn't tell his da what he knew now, knew down in his bones, though he couldn't say why.
They'd find the girl -- find her too late.
Copyright © 2006 by Janet Lee Carey
Excerpted from The Beast of Noor by Janet Lee Carey
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Do not wander in the deeps where the Shriker's shadow creeps.
When he rises from beneath. Beware the sharpness of his teeth.
For over 300 years, a monster known as the Shriker has roamed Shalem Wood, terrorizing the villagers who live on its edges and slaughtering those unfortunate enough to wander on to his path. The people of Noor have lived in fear for so long that most of them have forgotten that once upon a time the Shriker was just a loyal dog, until the day when he was cruelly betrayed by his master and cursed to live a bloodthirsty life, always seeking revenge for the fate his owner dealt him. But Miles and Hanna Ferrell have not forgotten where the Shriker came from--how could they? It was their ancestor who betrayed the dog...
A tale of terror and magic that channels Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Hound of the Baskervilles, The Beast of Noor tells the story of two siblings determined to set their family free and break the curse of the Shriker or die trying.