Their world is crowded with active volcanoes, sulfur and acid rains, permanent thick clouds turn day into deep twilight. It is a violent place: moment-to-moment survival is victory, every creature is constantly predator and prey, sleep is certain death.

This is home to the longclaws, beings of super-human speed, strength and senses. Their predatory skills allow them only a tenuous niche in their hellish environment. Though smart and fierce, their rank in the food chain is far below the top. One clan leader draws from ancient legends of paradise and devises a plan to escape and take his clan to the otherworld — a world filled with slow, defenseless prey.

The clan activates an Indian mound deep in southern forests and enters our world — hungry for prey. Torrential rains and washed out bridges force a runaway teen, an old dowser and a Cherokee healer to face the horrors of the clan’s merciless onslaught.

Mankind’s legends are filled with vampires, werewolves, dragons and other nightmarish. Perhaps our legend of hell is based on the world of the Longclaws.

The first draft of this yarn was completed in 1984.  Since then it has been rewritten more times than a sane person would consider.  Had it not been for the success of another of my books, Alien Agenda, on Kindle, it would have remain undisturbed until one of my children found it after my death.

Longclaws, previously entitled Night Clan, stems from my enduring fascination with ancient history, physics, and parallel dimensions.  Two of my other books:  Otherworld and Alien Agenda share these roots.

I hate horror books and movies where people and/or monsters do stupid things.  As characters and situations developed in the writing of Longclaws I tried very hard to not let anything stupid take place.  Hopefully, you will tell me if something got through.