Speaking as a person who had nightmares as a child, this book scared the bejeezus out of me. I bet that those of you who take courage in hand and read this book will spend some time glancing timidly at your closet doors.

Sorcerors of the Nightwing combines a closet creature with a child of paranormal proclivities and plops them down in Ravenscliff, which happens to be built over a gigantic Hellhole (I know, I know, shades of Buffy the Vampire Slayer - which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, at least not the way Huntington does it.)

After Devon March learns that he is a sorcerer of the Order of the Nightwing, his family forbids him to delve into the magical mystery tour of his ancestry. As if forbidding a fourteen-year-old ever actually prevents them from doing anything.

The plot pacing is very effective. Just when you think you know what is coming next, a clammy hand reaches out from beneath the rug to clasp your ankle and scare you so much that you must run to the bathroom to check that your underwear remains pristine.

With a vivid grasp of terror and a chilling use of imagery, Geofferey Huntington (a pseudonym) will bring a chill to your spine and a gasp to your throat. I recommend this book for all horror lovers, except those with weak hearts.