The Wraiths of Raglan Wood


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Gigantic hounds entombed within the castle wall were intended to protect the occupants from evil. The residents could never know that Hounds from Hell might ever rise to vent an ancient fury. Within the glens of nearby Raglan Wood lurked a fanged and horrific vengeance. In a region where humankind had only recently dared to loose the latch and brave a glimpse inside, the unknown might well rule supreme. Tales of demons, portals to the underworld, and ghouls sired from the forest spirits themselves to thwart the hand of man regularly resonated around the lonely hearths of Monmouthshire and echoed down the dimly lighted passageways of the scattered, isolated manors. Only the foolhardy naively dismiss the unknown as harmless—only the ignorant dare assume the darkness lingering on light’s periphery might ever remain entirely void of malevolence and malice. Enthusiastic admirers of author W. B. Baker would agree that not including this Cardiff University writer in any anthology of Welsh or British authors would be amiss. His novels exhibit extraordinary talent in not only creating breathtaking imagery and overwhelming historical accuracy, but repeatedly confirm a stunning ability to reveal Britain’s collective integrity. Drawing attention to a rich and often overlooked history of Monmouthshire and Glamorgan, Baker has become a formidable advocate of Wales and of English literature. —Carol Daniels Kansas City, Missouri, USA The Wraiths Of Raglan Wood is really rather brilliant—revealing once more the very finest from this particularly competent British writer. Yet again, this award-winning author demonstrates expertise in creating evocative word pictures—along with the uncanny skill to portray the most heroic and loathsome qualities in us all. —Brigitte Watkins Nottingham, England Britain has long been the home of fantastic tales, and W. B. Baker once more shows his astonishing prowess as a writer with this, his latest novel. A thrilling and often spectacular combination of poetry and prose, The Wraiths Of Raglan Wood features explosive scenes of violence and emotion, stunning narrative with breathtaking imagery, and overwhelming historical accuracy. Like no other author of contemporary fiction, Baker asserts his extraordinary faculty of creating evocative word pictures, along with an uncanny aptitude to encapsulate the most heroic and loathsome qualities of the human spirit. Some critics may argue that Baker’s writing may not be worthy of prolonged superlatives or comparisons with the very greatest of British authors: his plots lack the dexterity we see from some; his characters, the depth and range we have come to expect from others. All the same . . . Time and time again, W. B. Baker repeatedly demonstrates a stunning talent to reveal England’s collective integrity. His novels dominate historical fiction with the writer’s impartial portrayal of our imperfections and consummate greatness. Perhaps that is exactly what we, as a nation, desperately need from time to time—a writer unafraid to whip away the froth of romanticism and expose our all too often base human nature. —critique in Review Aldershot, Wokingham At long last, a novelist has arrived with the wit and aptitude to justly claim the throne of allegory left vacant for so long. —Windsor, Berkshire, England Once or twice within one’s lifetime an author comes along who actually manages to unfurl and advance the banner of genuine Literature: to reclaim the soul of Britain in the name of something far grander than simple prose. —St. Ives, Cambridgeshire W. B. Baker’s latest novel . . . may quite simply be the finest compilation of poetry and prose that Britain has witnessed in the past half century. —Kensington Road, London Not shoddy sentimentality but honest sentiment, this account set during the Second Crusade tells the heroic tale of men and women who may, through the savagery of conflict, abandon religion but never their faith: who might mislay their cause but,




On Wings of Bronze


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Doctrines boast of ancient creatures that abode with Deity - beings far more subtle than naïve humanity might even begin to comprehend. Entities far older still: that might well have been in attendance when the Firmament parted and Earth came to be - beasts that may well have ever stared knowingly into the abyss: ere mankind grasped its own mortality or pondered implications of the grave. Ghastly brutes: already ancient before timid humanity ever thought to rise up across the desecrated land – eternal sentinels of the Celestial that may just as easily divine the incomprehensible as deduce the inexplicable. Beyond the ken of humanity: they recognize and disregard the nameless horrors from forgotten pantheons of which all men and women still dare not speak. Mankind’s prayers might well have been answered eons ago: what with humanity never being perceptive enough to ever notice. Taking to our knees each night to beg for wisdom; when, unbeknownst to all, Wisdom eventually grew tired of waiting for humanity and simply chose to abandon us. Alone ... to forever wonder if we ever truly were the lords of our own creation. Oblivious, we paint ghoulish images with our pens: imprisoning the finest and frailest of human character within the confines of feeble words where each is exaltedly whisked to Eternity upon the brazen Wings of Lions.




The Mirror and the Swan


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EVIL NEVER DIES IT ALWAYS SNEAKS BACK WHEN MANKIND LEAST EXPECTS IT WICKEDNESS SUBTLY MODIFIES ITS FORM, CHANGES NAMES AND SOLIDIFIES IN AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PLACE: BUT MALEVOLENCE CAN NEVER BE ENTIRELY ERADICATED. EVIL CAN NEVER BE WHIPPED AWAY IT IS PART OF THE HUMAN PSYCHE: PART OF THE HUMAN MIND THAT, AFTER EVERY HOLLOW VICTORY, SIMPLY EVAPORATES FROM SIGHT BEFORE EVENTUALLY RETURNING TO PLAGUE MANKIND- BUT ONLY AFTER BEING TRANSFORMED INTO SOMETHING A HUNDRED TIMES MORE SINISTER. BECOMING A MARTYR NEVER PROVES AN INDIVIDUAL’S MATURITY OR METTLE. IT’S BEING PREPARED TO SACRIFICE OUR ALL AND EVERYTHING. WHAT WE LOVE OR CHERISH ULTIMATELY DETERMINES AND EVENTUALLY REVEALS A PERSON’S TRUE CHARACTER. WHAT WE ARE PREPARED TO BELIEVE – TO LIVE FOR – STAND FOR IN THE FACE OF DEATH EVERY LONELY DAY OF LIFE, THOSE ARE THE ONLY THINGS IN THIS WORLD EVER REALLY WORTH DYING FOR EDICTS EMBODIED BY WHAT WE HOLD AND SEE: THE MIRROR AND THE SWAN




Conflict and Whores


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Usurpers of the throne of Wessex feared neither fury from Heaven nor the justice of men. When no avenging angel descended from the firmament or hero arose from amongst the citizenry to confront the growing labyrinth of despair, the very earth of Englands ancient graves rent open and issued forth a ghostly champion of their own. Without mercy or compassion, its spectral hooves clattered through the cobbled Gates of Death that flanked the blazing backdrop of Hell and galloped through the blackened night to ruthlessly confront the Kings intolerable inhumanity. As it had since time immemorial, Britains otherworldly sentinel let slip an unbridled rage mere men could never hope to dampen a savage, barbaric indignation that relentlessly trampled brutish humanity beneath its chiselled, avenging hooves.




TANIS


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LOCKED IN OPPOSITION SINCE SCRIPTURE’S SECOND DAY, EACH CONTENDS THE WORLD IS RIGHTFULLY THEIR OWN; ALREADY SNARLING IN OPPOSITION EVEN AS DRY LAND CHOSE TO DEFY THE SEA AND RISE ABOVE THE WAVES. NEATLY CONCEALED BETWEEN DUSK AND DAWN, BOTH HAVE BEEN DELEGATED TO MANKIND’S FITFUL IMAGINATION: REVULSION PROWLING THE PATHS OF TERRA FIRMA; ECSTASY CONSIGNED TO EVER ROAM THE SHIFTING SANDS. OVER BOTH AND IMPERVIOUS TO THE ELEMENTS AND TIME, HORROR STRIKES TERROR BY STALKING MANKIND THROUGH THE GUISE OF THE FAMILIAR; WHERE, LEFT UNATTENDED, IT ULTIMATELY DEVOURS THE MIND. AND, HAVING HUNTED HUMANITY SINCE THE DAYS OF EDEN, HORROR HAS COME TO KNOW EACH OF US QUITE WELL.




LADON


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Every legend is based in part on facts: Some are undeniably glorious, Others may be unexpectedly heroic, A remarkable few remain truly horrifying . . . Hercules' immortality was solidified in Greek mythology as a result of his Twelve Labours. After a decade of penance and punishment by the Gods, he was commanded to steal the golden apples of the Hesperides from their garden at the edge of the world: guarded by a bestial monstrosity who was the son of Titans. The Britons of the ninth century moors faced extermination from rival bands of Juts, Huns, and Celts. The very last apparition any expected to face would have been the hideous reincarnation of Hercules' eleventh Titan. LADON




The Lord of Ether


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Far above intelligence loom hints of the divine. Staggered, we hear but cannot comprehend Witness - yet are unable to describe Caress - but never dare to hold. Immortal truths whose mere possession extinguishes our poor and pale mortality.




Sylph


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Flashing through crystalline skies on prism wings of gossamer or madly cantering through autumn’s fallen leaves astride their nutmeg-colored mounts of sable voles and ash-colored mice: images of sprite-like fairies with insanely delicate features, bedecked in gauzes of layered green, shimmering with morning’s dew. Fairies bequeath themselves as the virtually immortal emissaries of enchanted glens and timeless worlds that twinkle amidst the shattered nonsense of our dreams. Well may that all be true. Quite possible, then every bit as real, may be phantasmal, spectral creatures that glide through the folding fogs of night: an entire world of entities who, long fallen from the morning stars, have twisted their whole existence to thwart the intent of God and pathetic exploits of man. Horrific and terrifying, blackened apparitions lurk at the very edge of short-sighted humanity’s periphery with features that curdle both our hearts and our imaginations—soulless, illusory beings that nightly prance and plot amidst a nightmarish existence that lies just outside mankind’s perception. Enduring the squalid darkness eternally, they wait patiently, every iota as legitimate as the fleeting, pale, and all too fragile physical reality humanity chooses to acknowledge and inhabit. One would do well to keep in mind that not all fairy tales are purely make-believe.




A Savage Majesty


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The utmost threat to William II, King of England, could never be frustrated or thwarted by his fortress of The Tower of London. Richard, son of William the Conqueror and heir, was inadvertently dispatched in a hunting mishap. His nephew was later coincidentally killed in another hunting accident in the very same forest. As in every pride of lions, the most formidable attack upon ones legacy is frequently sprung against a dynasty from within: often from the very litter that share the Kings bread, if not his very bed.




The Twelfth Empyrean


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Jehovah drove out Adam and Eve and placed at the east of the Garden of Eden a cherubim and flaming sword that turned every way to keep the way of the Tree of Life. So too when the ship of Joseph of Arimathaea left Jerusalem after the Crucifixion and ultimately alighted on Englands shore, legends divulge that he had rescued artifacts and untold treasures from the Roman hordes. The Holy Grail was reportedly whisked up to Scotland by the Knights Templar, but that was not the only treasure Joseph managed to protect. In Pilton Wood, the Creator set another sentinel: to thwart and impede the avarice of unscrupulous men through passing centuries. With her formidable Paraclete, she watches until the Final Day: when the Twelfth Empyrean may, at long last, end her watch and revisit the halls of heaven.