St. Van Helsing

Demonic elementals, vampires, krakens, werewolves, and other monsters aren't as mythical as many of us believe. They roam the English countryside, playing their games, fighting their wars, and claiming the souls of many humans. Although many deny their existance, the Church of England is not among the doubters. A special branch of the Church, headquartered at the College of St. Van Helsing, battles demons and attempts to save fallen humans before their souls are devoured. Author Vanessa Knipe spins us stories of the faculty and students of St. Van Helsing--of their successes and failures in this eternal battle.In "Granny's Secret for Perfect Vegetables," one man's quest to win the county fair takes a dangerous turn when he relies on 'granny's secret.' The reason it's secret is that the kind of sacrifice it demands are beyond those approved by law or by Church. "In Rain Stopped Play," two professors are suddenly confronted with evidence of trapped elementals. In "The Camera Just Piles on the Pounds," St. Van Helsing student Mike tries out for a part time job as a model--in a modeling agency with very strange dietary habits. In "From Ghasties, and Ghoulies, and Long-Leggit Beasties..." tutor Dunkley, along with his wolfhounds, tries to save a man transformed to a werewolf. In "Going for the Burn," Mike, along with Dunkley and tutor Trewithick discovers that a local health club has found a way to take advantage of the athletic young visitors. In "Dancing Through the Nigh with You," student Dave discovers exactly how dangerous the fifth year exam can be. In "Say it with Flowers," Dunkley runs into Penny, a young woman with powers--and the ambition to become a witch-finder. In "Long Shadows of the Night," Mike learns a secret about computer monitors, and confronts truths he really would rather have avoided. In "Games People Play," Penny attends a speed dating party--where some of the dates are there for very different purposes. In "Night Watchman," Mike spots what looks like an old-fashioned Solstice party, complete with Wickerman--except the intended sacrifice isn't just wicker. In "Ghost Sun," a former tutor thinks he's found a way to return his late wife and son to life. In "Tricks of the Trade," a pair of young window salesmen learn that taking advantage of apparently foolish old ladies can be tricky indeed--especially if they have a Kraken in their back yard.I found Knipe's writing to draw me into the story, with intriguing characters. Penny, in particular, seems to deserve a complete novel of her own, rather than the fleeting looks we get of her. Knipe's monsters draw on popular mythology while still being fresh, and the image of Dunkley's business card, adorned only with a single cross, left in the hands of his dead victims, is truly haunting.I'm happy to recommend WITCH-FINDER. (Bonus question: do you know who St. Van Helsing is?) "As a teen, Vanessa learned her love of canoeing in the alligator infested bayous of the Texas Gulf Coast. Back in her native, Yorkshire she watches the River Ouse rise every winter and wonders if she needs to revive an old skill: so far she and her son have been lucky. She mixes raising her son and wrestling with Creatures of the Night, though that's not a nice thing to call her cat. Currently she is studying the preliminaries to what she hopes will be an MA in Creative Writing."That's what it says on the back of the dead tree edition anyway. But what was a Yorkshire lass doing in the bayous of Texas?At fourteen I was dragged from a sleepy English Village - where the greatest excitement was the annual Village Fête and fancy dress competition - to a suburb of Houston, Texas. We lived just across Clear Lake from the Johnson Space Center.It was a shock to the system. But I loved the bayous and saved up my pocket money - instead of buying lunch at school - and bought a canoe. As soon as I could drive I was off every free moment on the still water of Armand Bayou.I returned to England when I was twen

England may look like a peaceful island, but it swarms with ancient forces: old gods hungry for a touch of worship; mysterious spectres that can grant wishes, pre-historic cultural memories that can raise hungry spirits; and then there's the mysterious haunted washing machine unhappy with the new detergents. The Church of England's militant arm confronts evils and angry washers. "As a teen, Vanessa learned her love of canoeing in the alligator infested bayous of the Texas Gulf Coast. Back in her native, Yorkshire she watches the River Ouse rise every winter and wonders if she needs to revive an old skill: so far she and her son have been lucky. She mixes raising her son and wrestling with Creatures of the Night, though that's not a nice thing to call her cat. Currently she is studying the preliminaries to what she hopes will be an MA in Creative Writing."That's what it says on the back of the dead tree edition anyway. But what was a Yorkshire lass doing in the bayous of Texas?At fourteen I was dragged from a sleepy English Village - where the greatest excitement was the annual Village Fête and fancy dress competition - to a suburb of Houston, Texas. We lived just across Clear Lake from the Johnson Space Center.It was a shock to the system. But I loved the bayous and saved up my pocket money - instead of buying lunch at school - and bought a canoe. As soon as I could drive I was off every free moment on the still water of Armand Bayou.I returned to England when I was twenty, to go to University in York. And aside from a brief madness when I actually chose to live in London I have stayed here.Now, I'm a fairly young widow bringing up my son as best I can, spliting time between York and the Seaside at Filey.

It seemed like a brilliant plan. To entertain her young son on his spring break week, and to get back into the dating world, youthful widow Sally Cartwright advertises on a dating site, requesting that the dates put together an outing entertaining both to her and to Timmy. She never dreams that her ad will look like an invitation to every werewolf, vampire, ancient god or demonic force in England. Unfortunately, because Timmy was saved by his father's sacrifice, the dark forces see in him the potential for incredible power.Because she advertised herself, the Church of England's militant wing, the Theological College of St. Van Helsing, can do nothing--there are rules that govern the behavior of both dark and light. Mike Rider, though, is prepared to break the rules. Sally was his first love and he still cares for her. Unfortunately for him, Sally still hurts from their breakup and wants nothing to do with him.As the dark forces close in, though, Sally and Mike are forced to work together to save their own lives and those of Timmy, Sally's son.Author Vanessa Knipe continues her stories out of the St. Van Helsing Theological College with an exciting and emotional tale of a young mother trying to save her son from forces beyond her imagination. Her past history with Mike gives the story added emotional impact and Knipe's fully envisioned world of England and its magical forces grabbed my attention and wouldn't let go. "As a teen, Vanessa learned her love of canoeing in the alligator infested bayous of the Texas Gulf Coast. Back in her native, Yorkshire she watches the River Ouse rise every winter and wonders if she needs to revive an old skill: so far she and her son have been lucky. She mixes raising her son and wrestling with Creatures of the Night, though that's not a nice thing to call her cat. Currently she is studying the preliminaries to what she hopes will be an MA in Creative Writing."That's what it says on the back of the dead tree edition anyway. But what was a Yorkshire lass doing in the bayous of Texas?At fourteen I was dragged from a sleepy English Village - where the greatest excitement was the annual Village Fête and fancy dress competition - to a suburb of Houston, Texas. We lived just across Clear Lake from the Johnson Space Center.It was a shock to the system. But I loved the bayous and saved up my pocket money - instead of buying lunch at school - and bought a canoe. As soon as I could drive I was off every free moment on the still water of Armand Bayou.I returned to England when I was twenty, to go to University in York. And aside from a brief madness when I actually chose to live in London I have stayed here.Now, I'm a fairly young widow bringing up my son as best I can, spliting time between York and the Seaside at Filey.

Monsters Everywhere! The Staff and Students of the Theological College of St. Van Helsing are run ragged keeping ordinary humans ignorant of the creatures that want to destroy civilization. And the creatures seduce black witches and sorcerers to join their side in the never-ending war.Tough luck if you want to help the College and you're not male or the right social background: too many who would be allies are driven to seeking magic from the enemies of the College. "As a teen, Vanessa learned her love of canoeing in the alligator infested bayous of the Texas Gulf Coast. Back in her native, Yorkshire she watches the River Ouse rise every winter and wonders if she needs to revive an old skill: so far she and her son have been lucky. She mixes raising her son and wrestling with Creatures of the Night, though that's not a nice thing to call her cat. Currently she is studying the preliminaries to what she hopes will be an MA in Creative Writing."That's what it says on the back of the dead tree edition anyway. But what was a Yorkshire lass doing in the bayous of Texas?At fourteen I was dragged from a sleepy English Village - where the greatest excitement was the annual Village Fête and fancy dress competition - to a suburb of Houston, Texas. We lived just across Clear Lake from the Johnson Space Center.It was a shock to the system. But I loved the bayous and saved up my pocket money - instead of buying lunch at school - and bought a canoe. As soon as I could drive I was off every free moment on the still water of Armand Bayou.I returned to England when I was twenty, to go to University in York. And aside from a brief madness when I actually chose to live in London I have stayed here.Now, I'm a fairly young widow bringing up my son as best I can, spliting time between York and the Seaside at Filey.