Bethany Ann is such a likable character, and she draws you right into this book. Nice, short
chapters, and other colorful characters and events, make it easy to say to yourself, "I'll just
read another one", and before you know it you will have read several in one sitting!
Ms. Burkett does a wonderful job at weaving a tale of mysterious happenings, supernatural events,
otherworldly powers, and hard-hitting, heart-rending secrets that makes this a real page turner.
I adored this book and would thoroughly recommend it to anyone who loves a really good story!
~ Alice White
Finished, and was sorry when it was over. Loved her colloquialisms; they were so colorful
and descriptive. I think what best describes this book is a statement in Stephen King's
The Stand which describes THAT book as a tale of 'dark Christianity.' My favorite
character was Lady Tibatha; I could hear her accent in my head.
Excellent, wild, and crazy story! A well-written tale of good overcoming evil (and
I mean super-duper evil nastiness) with voodoo priestesses, shape-shifting, and the
power of God outside of the strictures of church. Bethany Ann kicks ass!
~ Margaret "Meg" Dendler
Wow! Just wow! Warning: Do not read this book in the wee hours . . . at
night . . . alone. Not since Dean Koontz, have I sat on the edge of my
seat and had the living daylights scared out of me. R.H. Burkett sets your head spinning
with amazing descriptions, magic dialogue, and characters that come alive on the page.
Beautifully written with excitement in every chapter, it's a definite page turner. I would
give it ten stars if that was an option. I'm hoping for a sequel. Please?
~ Bonnie Tesh
R.H. Burkett's words will take you to straight to a steamy swampland where good and evil
battle each other for survival. Her prose draws "ahs" even as her story line draws shivers.
Page by page, readers will realize that the scariest part of this book is Burkett's
description of just how evil a person can be.
~ Jan Morrill
Bethany Ann, a young girl on the cusp of womanhood, develops new and mysterious powers, but
will they be enough when she fights one of the most disgusting people alive? Hiding behind
the cloak of religion, Jedidiah is more slithery than the snakes that crawl around him. Deputy
Benjamin might get himself killed while trying to bring the phony preacher to justice, and
Bethany Ann, the Daughter of the Howling Moon herself, prepares for an epic battle.
This book will probably make you lose sleep. Snakes, a dragon, gators, incest, and a variety
unspeakable evils will chill you. You won't be able to put this book down, and it will stick
with you after you have closed it at the end.
. . . But you may want to read it in daylight!
~ Ronda del Boccio, Amazon best selling author and speaker
Atmospheric and unsettling, yet heartfelt and poignant, Daughter of the Howling Moon is
Burkett's most compelling creation to date. A veritable witch's brew brimming with dark wonders,
and the magic of the human soul.
~ M.G. Miller, author of Bayou Jesus and Murderous
Best of luck with your book!
~ Theresa Caputo, The Long Island Medium
"Witch!" he screamed and lunged for me.
That's when it happened.
A tiny whispering came to my ears. "The crescent moon be in your eyes, girl. You bow before no man."
I went to all fours, a jungle cat slinking around the room on paws silent as death. Black as sin,
shining eyes of hazel ice, the jaguar-that-was-me hugged the floor and circled, tense and stealthy.
She crouched low, ready to pounce. A deep growl vibrated the walls and wood floor.
A quick swipe of claws.
Flesh peeled from Jedidiah's right ear, across his eyes and lips and down his left side.
I felt tender skin give way. Smelled his fear. Tasted the blood.
He let out a howl that would make every one of Uncle Ezekiel's prized coon dogs jealous. Trembling
hands flew to his face. Blood spilled over thin, long fingers and colored the floor crimson.
Lightning-fast, I streaked out the back door, leapt the garden gate without breaking stride, easy
as stepping over a log.
Ran like I had raven wings on my feet instead of tennis shoes.
Ran like I'd never tire or need a deep breath ever again.
Ran like I could run forever.
The night surrounded me, dark as pitch, but I didn't need light. I knew the way to the swamp like
the back of my hand. Even if I didn't, it wouldn't have mattered. My eyes captured everything
sharp and crystal clear.
Grandpa Cypress waited for me with open arms. In three bounds, my feet hardly touched his hide as
I climbed to a high limb. Settled on the thick branch, ears pricked, I listened to the night. Far
away, I picked up the sounds of yelling and swearing. No doubt Jedidiah had my half-wit brothers
looking for me. For sure he'd promised them a piece of the prize if they found me.
Well, let them come.
I'd crush their skulls between sharp teeth and strong jaws.
For the jaguar and I were one.
RH Burkett was born in Fayetteville, Arkansas, and was famous from birth because she and her
brother were the first set of boy/girl twins born at the local hospital. She studied drama
at the University of Arkansas and joined Rogers Little Theatre acting in many musicals and
productions. She married a United States Air Force Sergeant and moved to Salem, Massachusetts,
to work for Parker Brothers Games as a sales analyst. From there she moved to Galveston, Texas
to work in banking. A hurricane brought her back to Fayetteville.
Burkett is a professional Tarot card reader who discovered her gift for writing when she penned
her first novel, Soldiers from the Mist, which broke open the dam for many more novels to follow.
She has won many writing awards, including the Ozarks Writer's League 2010 Book of the Year for
Soldiers from the Mist; Storyteller Magazine People's Choice Award; The Clouse Literary Arts Award;
and the 2010 Hightower Award.