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Full Wolf Moon
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ISBN-10: 1-55404-192-9
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Genre: Suspense/Thriller/Supernatural/Horror
eBook Length: 323 Pages
Published: October 2004
OUT OF PRINT

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Eastern California, 1942: Alone, Tsuko Ataki strolls the boundaries of Tulenar Internment Camp. Too late, he sees the silver wolven creature waiting in the full moon’s light. The creature leaps. His head trapped in the werewolf’s jaws, Tsuko Ataki can?t even cry out as he’s dragged through the barbed wire ?

Be prepared for a wild werewolf adventure with bizarre twists never read before. In the aftermath of Japan’s attack on Pearl Harbor, Captain Maxwell Pierce commands Lakeside Assembly Center, where Japanese-Americans are processed for internment camp. Bitten during another tour of duty, Max believes the beast was by nothing more supernatural than a rabid timber wolf.

The head of Tulenar Internment Camp is political hard-baller Doris Tebbe. Like Max, she doesn?t believe in werewolves. Only David Alma Curar, a Navajo healer who has tracked Max’s bloody trail, believes in the evil that stalks the camp. But this werewolf hunter doesn?t want to kill Max. He has his own reason for keeping him alive.

Reviews and Awards

?K.L. Nappier has a writing style that is extremely easy to read ... All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed Full Wolf Moon.?
~ Lesley Mazey, writing for The Eternal Night at http://www.eternalnight.co.uk

?K.L. Nappier has penned an intriguing tale of werewolves in a time period that is not often written about. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys straight up horror ... Full Wolf Moon is a keeper.?
~ Susan White, writing for Coffee Time Romance at http://www.coffeetimeromance.com

    Werewolf and War, November 22, 2004

Reviewer: JKJ (Zionsville, IN USA)

I recommend this book because it's doubly rewarding. That is, I kept thinking about it, and finding new connections, long after I finished reading it.

Full Wolf Moon is a compulsive read, a page-turner of horror story. It's about a Japanese internment camp in California during WWII that's being attacked by a werewolf. Together Doris, the camp director; David, a Native American healer; and Max, an Army officer, confront the menace and their own mortality.

For me, FWM uses one of the great classic fantasy figures--the werewolf--as both archetype and metaphor. I felt that the struggle with the werewolf-as-archetype represents the dichotomy of human nature--our own better selves struggling to contain the beast within us. This is subtly addressed by a religious figure in the book.

Each reader must interpret the author's intent on his/her own, but I felt that, as a metaphor, the beast also represents war. As in war, decent and honorable people are used for reprehensible acts. Likewise, wars claim innocent lives in horrific ways. And as the story shows internees in the camp as innocent victims of overpowering evil (the beast), in real life they were victims of the beast of war hysteria.

A thoroughly satisfying read.

 

   Full Wolf Moon doesn't howl - it sings, November 22, 2004

Reviewer: Patricia J. Grande (Avon, IN United States)
Set in an American desert concentration camp housing Japanese-Americans during World War II, Full Wolf Moon explores the humanity and inhumanity in each of us. Rich with description, symbolism, and tension, the book is a hymn to decency in the midst of fear and chaos. The twists and turns of the plot, the archetypical terror of the werewolf will keep you reading until the last question is answered. This is a book that deserves to be published in paperback. Patricia J. Grande

 Fantastic Read!, November 22, 2004

Reviewer: T.A. Moore (Indiana, United States)
KL Nappier takes one of our darkest moments in United States history and makes it even darker! Set in a Japanese interment camp in World War II California, Full Wolf Moon takes us inside the conditions faced by those shut away - with the added twist of a werewolf in their midst. You'll want to rush to the conclusion to find out who the werewolf is and if the person behind the creature can be saved. Highly recommended for horror and history fans alike.

 

Coffee Time Romance
Rating: 4 Cups

It is 1942 and Doris Tebbe is the Center Administrator for the Tulenar Internment camp. Many Japanese-Americans are being herded into the camps in the attempt to stave off terrorism in the midst of World War II. Doris is concerned with making sure that all of the residents are safe and well cared for.

Maxwell Pierce comes to Tulenar to oversee the military’s part of the operation which is ensuring that security of the camp is not breached. Unbeknownst to him at the time, he brings the true danger with him.

Doris and Max are well defined characters with interesting personalities. Doris is portrayed in a manner that emphasizes the plight of many women of her time. Her strength and capabilities come across very well. Max is, in some ways, a typical military leader and yet he is very atypical in other ways. The Japanese residents of the camp are portrayed with insight, and it is evident that the author well researched what many must have lived through during that tumultuous time in our country’s history. There is almost no romance in this story. It is strictly a horror novel. However, the plot line is
intriguing and kept my eyes riveted to the pages.


K.L. Nappier has penned an intriguing tale of werewolves in a time period that is not often written about. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys straight up horror stories without a romantic feel. Full Wolf Moon is a keeper.

Susan White
Reviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books
Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance


http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/FullWolfMoon.html

As one would expect, I started to read Full Wolf Moon with the clear thought it would be a typical werewolf book. How surprising and refreshing it was to see I was mistaken ... [K.L.] Nappier does a remarkable job drawing her reader within the story with her detailed descriptive accounts and settings ... Being an avid horror fan, I?ve read numerous books by Stephen King and Anne Rice and have to say, sooner than later, K.L. Nappier will be one of those authors where readers eagerly await to purchase her next book. I rate this as Highly Recommended.

~ Lea Schizas, writing for The Muse Book Reviews at http://themusebookreviews.tripod.com/index.html

 



Full Wolf Moon (Excerpt)


Chapter 5

Tulenar Internment Camp


First Night of the Full Moon.





There wasn?t an inch of earth the beast didn?t know. It had roamed the world since the dawn of humanity, its memory rich and full, flowing through muscle and brain. Loping along the road to Tulenar after the long, burning run, it was confident in direction, comfortable with the path, eyes bright and fixed toward its goal.

A quarter of a mile before reaching the camp, it veered toward the hills and climbed to a weather-ravaged point that overlooked the high, new fence and lighted windows. The moon shone down from a stark, cloudless sky, and the breeze rippled the beast’s silvery coat. It waited as the camp’s lights began to wink out.

The tales of scents floated up to the beast and it sorted them at leisure. The guards at their post were of no interest. The wooden structure on the hill, its little village of fresh lumber houses, emitted anxiety but the beast ignored these, too. The best kills were in the camp proper. It padded down the hillside and circled to Tulenar’s eastern edge.

The new barbed wire snapped like sparrows? bones between its jaws. The metallic taste was interesting, but the beast’s desire lay beyond. The kill it sought was warm and moving two structures ahead. An old male. By the way his scent filtered through the smell of wood, the beast knew he was still in the barracks.

It swivelled its ears forward to where the prey sheltered. The smells and sounds of future kills became subdued as they settled into sleep. But in a moment the distinct sounds of the chosen one sifted away from the others. His were lazy sounds at first -murmurs, shuffling- then gradually he became more active, moving to the far end of the barracks.

The prey emerged. But with him were two younger ones, a male and female, their scents betraying agitation well before their tense gestures and noises did. The prey walked a few paces from the barracks with them, his head down as if listening intently to the young ones. When their nervous chatter quieted, the old man stopped walking with them and spoke, his voice low and earnest.

The prey’s soothing speech and motions didn?t hint of his own anxieties, but this was often true with the old, wise ones. That was precisely what made them choice kills. The beast found it hard not to fidget. The more outwardly calm the old man appeared, the more tenderly he comforted the younger ones, the keener became the beast’s hunger.

But at last -at last! - the young ones went back into the barracks, leaving the beast and its kill to one another.

The prey settled gingerly upon the steps of the barracks and lit a cigarette, then looked up into the round, blanched face of the moon, his white hair glowing. The beast began to salivate. It backed up, sat and waited, holding the temptation, holding the exhilaration. Wait, now. Wait.

In time the cigarette was smoked, the old man stood stiffly, stretched, and stepped away from the barracks. He sauntered toward the fence, away from the beast. It tensed, eyes darting quickly, ears swiveling as it considered the need to follow, to stalk.

But after stopping for a moment, gazing past the strained tendons of the barbed wire, the prey turned back, directly into the path of the beast. So very easy, this one.

The old man saw it. The beast caught him with its steady gaze, sensed and smelled the amazement, knew the man was captured by its awful beauty. It curled its lips back from its fangs, the saliva slick against the gums, and that was when it was struck with the tangy must of awe lurching into terror.

Now.

The beast leapt with the grace and strength of millennia. The old man hadn?t even time for a muffled gasp. The jaws locked upon his head, smothering his face, and the beast dragged him through the fence, shards of barbed wire tearing through the shirt to his flesh.