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Some doors are better left unopened.
Join teenager Rebecca 'Becka' Williams, her brother, Scott, and friend Ryan Riordan as they head for mind-bending clashes between the forces of darkness and the power of God.
The Deadly Loyalty Collection brings together three fast-paced novels of the supernatural by bestselling author Bill Myers.
The Curse Danger lurks deep in the heart of a Louisiana bayou as Becka and Scott encounter the strange rituals and terrifying power of voodoo. With a girl's soul and their own lives at stake, their faith in God's power will be tested like never before.
The Undead No such thing as vampires? Maybe. But when a girl is stalked and attacked by someone who only comes out at night, Becka and Ryan must discover the truth before their new friend gets hurt—and before they themselves become victims.
The Scream The Scream is the nation's top rock band—and now, at their peak, the drummer wonders if he is in too deep. The mysterious Z has asked Becka and Scott to help him. But what seems like a fairly simple assignment becomes a head-on conflict with the forces behind satanic music.
"It's just the landing gear coming down," he said, doing his best to sound like a frequent flyer.
Becka nodded. She took a deep breath and tried to release her sweaty grip on the armrests. It didn't work. She didn't like flying. Not at all. Come to think of it, Becka didn't like the whole purpose of this trip.
Who did Z, the mysterious adviser on the Internet, think he was, anyway? What was he doing sending her and her brother off to Louisiana to help some girl caught up in voodoo? Granted, they'd had lots of experience battling the supernatural lately. First, there was the Ouija board incident at the Ascension Bookshop. Becka could never forget how Scott battled that group of satanists! They wanted revenge after Becka exposed Maxwell Hunter, the reincarnation guru. And let's not forget the so-called ghost at Hawthorne mansion, the counterfeit angel, and that last encounter with a phony UFO.
But voodoo in Louisiana? Becka didn't know a thing about voodoo. She barely knew anything about Louisiana.
Fortunately Mom had an aunt who lived in the area, so she'd insisted on coming along with them to visit her. Becka looked forward to seeing her great-aunt once more.
Becka looked to her right, where her mother rested comfortably, her eyes closed. Poor Mom. Maybe the trip would do her some good. Ever since Dad died she'd been fretting and working nonstop. This trip just might give her the rest she needed.
Clunk ... clunk ... brang!
Then again ...
It was the same sound, only louder. Becka looked to Scott, hoping for more reassurance. "What's that clunking?" she asked.
Scott shrugged. "I don't know, but it's the brang that bothers me."
So much for reassurance.
Suddenly there was an announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. There seems to be a problem with the landing gear ..."
The collective gasp from the passengers did little to help Becka relax.
"I've called ahead for emergency measures ..."
Becka felt her mother's hand rest on top of hers. She turned to Mom.
"Don't worry," Mom said. "We'll be all right."
Don't worry?! Yeah, right.
The pilot's voice resumed. "The ground crew is going to spray the runway with foam."
"Foam?" Scott exclaimed. "Does he mean like shaving cream?"
"I'll advise you as the situation develops," the pilot continued. "Please try to remain calm."
CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!
The sound had grown steadily louder.
Becka looked past Scott out the window. They were flying low over New Orleans and dropping fast. As the plane suddenly banked to the left, she saw the airport and immediately wished she hadn't. Several large tankers sprayed foam on the runway. Fire trucks and ambulances were everywhere.
Now it was the head flight attendant's turn for an announcement. "Please make sure your seat belts are fastened securely across your lap. Then bend over as far as you can in the seat, keeping your head down. Hold a pillow to your face with one hand, and wrap your other arm around your knees."
Becka fought the fear down as she glanced at her mother. Mom had her eyes shut. Becka wondered if she was praying. Not a bad idea.
CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!
Another attendant hurried through the aisle, passing out pillows. She tried to appear calm but failed miserably.
The plane banked back to the right. Becka laid her face down on the pillow in her lap and gave her seat belt another tug.
The speakers buzzed once more with the pilot's voice. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to land on the foam ... Please hold on."
CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!
"Don't be alarmed," he said. "That's just the landing gear ... I'll keep trying it as we come in."
Becka remained hunched over with her face on the pillow. She could feel the plane dropping, and still the landing gear was not coming down. They were going to land with no wheels!
CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!
CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!
She glanced at Scott, who stared back at her from his pillow. He tried to force an encouraging grin, but there was no missing the look of concern on his face.
She turned to look at Mom. Her eyes were still closed. Becka hoped that she continued to pray.
CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!
CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!
Becka's thoughts shot to Ryan Riordan, her boyfriend back home. If she died, how would he handle the news? And what about her friends—Julie, Krissi, and Philip? How would they handle it? She also thought of Dad—of perhaps seeing him soon. Too soon. It was this final thought that jolted her back to the present and caused her to pray. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Dad again. She just had a few more things to do first.
CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!
CLUNK-CLUNK-BRAAANG!!
CLUNK-CLUNK-CLUNK-DAARRRRREEEEEEEE ...
Something was different!
The plane veered sharply upward. Becka couldn't resist the temptation to sit up and glance out the window.
The pilot spoke once more. "Ladies and gentlemen, the landing gear has engaged. We are out of danger. I repeat. We are out of danger. We will land on a different runway in just a few moments."
"Thank you, Lord," Mom whispered. She sounded relieved as she sat up, then reached over and hugged both of her children. "Thank you ..."
Becka breathed a sigh of relief as she joined the applause of the other passengers. They were safe. At least for now. But all the same, she couldn't help wondering if this was some sort of omen—a warning of the dangers that were about to begin.
* * *
The three o'clock bell at Sorrento High rang. Swarms of kids poured out of the old, weathered building. One fifteen-year-old girl slowed her pace as she headed for the bus. No one talked to her. Her clothes were more ragged than most. They were too shabby to be fashionable and too conservative to be alternative.
Sara Thomas had never fit in. She had never felt like she belonged, no matter where she was. As she approached the school bus and stepped inside, she steeled herself, waiting for the taunts.
None came. Just the usual after-school chatter.
Carefully she took a seat, stealing a glance to the rear of the bus. Ronnie Fitzgerald and John Noey were engrossed in a tattoo magazine.
Maybe they'd forget about her today.
With a swoosh and a thud, the door closed. The bus jerked forward.
Maybe today would be different.
Then again, maybe not. They had traveled less than a mile when it began ...
"Hey, Rags, you shopping at Goodwill or the Salvation Army these days?"
Sara recognized Ronnie's shrill, nasal voice.
"Hey! I'm talking to you."
She didn't turn around.
"I heard Goodwill's got a special on those cruddy, stained sweaters you like so much," John Noey said snidely.
Before she could catch herself, Sara glanced down at the brown chocolate stain on her yellow sweater.
The boys roared.
"Is that from a candy bar or did your dog do a number on it?" Ronnie shouted.
Most of the others on the bus smirked and snickered. A few laughed out loud.
Sara stared out the window as the taunts continued. As always, she tried to block out the voices. And, as always, she failed. But not for long.
Soon, she thought. Soon they'll pay. They'll both pay.
She reached into her purse and clutched the tiny cloth-and-straw doll. Already she was thinking about her revenge.
And already she was starting to smile.
* * *
Aunt Myrna's farmhouse was simple but clean. The furniture inside was made mostly of dark wood. The chairs looked like they'd been there a hundred years ... and could easily last another hundred.
After Becka dropped her bags off in the small attic room that she would be using, she headed down to the kitchen, grabbed an apple out of the fruit basket, and strolled out to the front porch. As the screen door slammed, she vaguely heard Aunt Myrna telling Mom something about a farmhand named John Garrett who was supposed to drop by.
It was hot and humid, which reminded her of her childhood days in South America. Several months had passed since Dad's death and their move from Brazil back to California. But the humidity and the smells of the rich vegetation here in Louisiana sent her mind drifting back to the Brazilian rain forests.
Unlike California, everything in Louisiana was lush and wild. Plant life seemed to explode all around. And the water. There was water everywhere—lakes, ponds, and marshes. Although most of the area around the bayou was swamp, even the dry land never really felt dry. Still, it was beautiful.
Even surrounded by beauty, Becka felt nervous. Very nervous. Z had given them so little information. Just that a young girl named Sara Thomas lived in the area and that she was in serious trouble—caught up in some kind of voodoo. Z had also stressed that Becka and Scott were not to be afraid.
"Your training is complete," he had said. "Go in his authority."
His authority. God's authority. Becka had certainly seen God work in the past. There was no denying that. But even now as she looked around, she felt a strange sense of—what? Apprehension? Uncertainty?
During the other adventures, she had always been on her home turf. But being in a strange place, helping somebody she didn't even know ... it all made her nervous. Very nervous.
The late afternoon sun shimmered on the vast sea of sugarcane before her as she sat on the steps. Wind quietly rippled through the cane, making the stalks appear like great scarecrows with arms beckoning her to come closer. Closer. Closer ...
Something grabbed her hand.
Becka let out a gasp and turned to see a small goat eight inches from her face. It gobbled the last of her apple.
"Aunt Myrna!" she shrieked. "There's an animal loose out here!"
"He won't bother you none."
Becka turned, startled at hearing a voice come from the field of sugarcane. She tried to locate the source of the voice while keeping one eye on the goat in case he decided to go for a finger or two.
A young African-American man suddenly walked out of the field. Becka guessed that he was about seventeen. He was tall, lean, and handsome, in a rugged sort of way.
He nodded to the goat. "That's Lukey. He's more pet than farm animal." He entered the yard and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Try scratching his nose. He likes that."
"Oh, that's okay," Rebecca said quickly. "I'd rather not just now." Then, rising to her feet, she said, "You must be John Garrett. Aunt Myrna said you'd be coming."
The young man nodded. "Miss Myrna said I should be showing you and your brother around the place some."
"So let's get started," Scott said, appearing suddenly in the doorway. "Wow. Cool goat. C'mere, boy." He crossed to the animal. It rubbed its head against his arm. "Hey!" Scott looked up with a broad smile. "He likes me!"
"He likes everybody," John Garrett said, already turning back toward the field. "We better get started if we're going. The foreman's called a meeting of us farmhands. It should be starting pretty soon."
Scott went to walk beside John. Becka fell in behind.
In seconds the two boys were hitting it off. Becka could only marvel. Her brother got along with everybody. In fact, when they'd moved to California, he fit in like he'd always been there. Unfortunately, it wasn't so easy for Becka to make friends. She figured that was partly why she felt so uncomfortable about this trip. She didn't like the idea of barging into a total stranger's life, even if they were supposed to help her.
But that was only part of the reason. There was something else: a feeling. It felt eerie ... like something she couldn't quite explain but couldn't shake off.
"John," she called, trying to sound casual, "do you know anything about voodoo?"
He glanced back at her and laughed. "Not much. 'Cept my grandpa used to speak Gumbo all the time."
"Gumbo?" she asked.
"It's kind of a mesh of African dialects. A lot of the people into voodoo speak it. But you really got to be careful who you talk to about voodoo around these parts."
"Why's that?" Scott asked.
"Lots of folks believe in it, and if you upset them, they'd just as soon drop a curse on you as look at you."
Becka felt a tiny shiver run across her back. "A curse? Does stuff like that really happen?"
"Oh yeah. I heard about this woman who lived down the road from my father. She made an old mambo mad, and the mambo put a curse on her."
"Mambo?" Scott echoed with a snort. "Sounds like some kind of dance step."
John shot him a knowing look. "They're like high priestesses. And they're nothing to mess with."
"So what happened to this woman?" Scott asked.
"I heard she suddenly died in horrible pain."
"That's awful!" Becka shuddered. "Did you ever see her?"
John shook his head. "My father's cousin said he did, though. Not only that, I also heard about an old man who refused to pay the hungan for helping him get back his wife." At Scott's raised eyebrows John explained. "A hungan is like the male version of a mambo—the high priest. The man who wouldn't pay carried a powerful root with him at all times so the hungan couldn't work magic on him while he was alive. The root was like a good-luck charm. But when he died and they took him to the morgue, his body started shaking all over the place. And when they cut him open, they found he was full of scorpions!"
"Come on—scorpions?" Scott scoffed.
But Becka was not scoffing. In fact she felt more uneasy by the moment. "How about him?" she asked. "Did you see him?"
John shook his head again. "No, that happened before I was born. I know it sounds crazy, but some of this curse stuff might be true."
Scott shook his head, his face filled with skepticism. "I don't know. Sounds pretty fantastic to me. Like something out of a bad horror movie."
"Maybe so," John continued. "But one thing I do know, and that's to never cross Big Sweet. I've heard his magic's powerful."
"Who's Big Sweet?" Scott asked.
"You don't know who Big Sweet is? He's Miss Myrna's foreman. He's head of the harvest crew. Been picking sugarcane all his life. That's why they call him Big Sweet."
"Why's he so dangerous?" Becka asked.
"He's the local hungan. People say his father was a disciple of Marie Leveau. She's called the Queen of Conjure. She was a powerful mambo who used to live in the French Quarter of New Orleans."
"And you're afraid of him?" Becka asked.
"Everybody's afraid of Big Sweet." John turned back to Becka. There was something about his look that caused a cold knot to form deep in her stomach. "Everybody's afraid ... and you'd better be too."
Suddenly a horn bellowed across the fields. John spun toward the sound, looking startled.
"What's that?" Scott asked.
The other boy started moving away from them toward the sound. Becka and Scott exchanged concerned glances. John was clearly very nervous. "That's Big Sweet's horn," he said. "It's his conch shell. The meeting's starting. I gotta go."
"What about showing us the farm?" Scott called as John moved away.
"I can take you into the swamp tomorrow after chores. But I gotta go now."
"Yeah, but—"
"Look, I can't be late. I gotta go." With that he disappeared into the cane.
"John!" Scott called. "Hey, John! Hold on a minute!"
But there was no answer.
Scott turned to Becka. She knew her expression held the same concern she saw in her brother's face. The horn continued to bellow. Finally Becka cleared her throat. "I ... uh ... I guess we'd better head back."
"Yeah. I can't wait to get the lowdown on all this stuff from Z tonight. I'll bet he knows about this Big Sweet guy."
"And Sara Thomas," Becka reminded him.
"Right," Scott said. "But the more we learn about Big Sweet, the faster we'll be able to blow him away."
"Blow him away?" Becka felt herself growing impatient with her brother. "Come on, Scotty. You sound like a cheesy action movie."
"That's me!" Scott threw a few mock karate kicks. "Scott Williams, Demon Terminator."
"Scott, this isn't a joke."
"What's the matter? Afraid Big Sweet may slap a curse on you?"
"Stop it!"
"Afraid he might hatch a lizard in your ear or give you a monkey face? Hmmm, looks like somebody's already done that."
"Scotty!"
(Continues...)
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This is the third three-books-in-one volume of the Forbidden Doors series re-release that follow Becka, Scott, and Ryan as they face the supernatural. I’ve given a review of each story below.
Book 7
The Curse
Becka and Scott travel to the Louisiana Bayou to search for a girl named Sara who is involved in voodoo. But Sara wants nothing to do with them, and Scott and Becka get scared when Sara places a curse on Becka.
It was interesting to learn more about voodoo and how people get into it. This particular story reminded me of Frank Peretti’s Hangman’s Curse, as a few boys were hospitalized because of voodoo, which is truly demons using Sara’s spells. Again Becka and Scott were quick to forget the power of prayer, which frustrated me, knowing all they’d been through. I’d think they wouldn’t forget that amazing power. But they got the hand of things as usual, in the end.
Book 8
The Undead
Becka and Ryan travel to Transylvania, Romania where a vampire film is being made. The lead actress, Jaimie Baylor, has been attacked by a vampire several times. Becka believes Z, that there are no such thing as vampires, but Ryan isn’t so sure. And when the vampire comes after Becka, she starts to think that maybe Z is wrong.
This book read more like a mystery than a supernatural story. And it was. Becka became extremely jealous of the time Ryan spent with Jaimie, working on her lines. And Ryan, as a new Christian, was quick to stock up on garlic to fight off the vampire to the point he had Becka thinking there was a real vampire too. This story came to a satisfying conclusion.
Book 9
The Scream
Becka and Scott head down to Los Angeles to go backstage with The Scream, a popular rock band that plays satanic music. The band’s drummer, Mike, thinks the band is taking the dark thing way too far, but lead singer Dolan knows what he’s doing. But Becka knows what happens when a person gives himself over to be controlled, and Dolan is one dangerous lead singer.
An interesting view of the behind the scenes of a rock star’s life. I felt bad for Mike, as he developed a crush on Becka and she was only trying to save his life. Scott, again, forgot everything he’d learned in their previous supernatural battles, caught up in the excitement of being with a famous band. It was a little disheartening. But he came around in the end. This series remains an excellent one for exposing the truth about the supernatural world. I highly recommend all the books for teens to read and learn.
Overview
Some doors are better left unopened.
Join teenager Rebecca 'Becka' Williams, her brother, Scott, and friend Ryan Riordan as they head for mind-bending clashes between the forces of darkness and the power of God.
The Deadly Loyalty Collection brings together three fast-paced novels of the supernatural by bestselling author Bill Myers.
The Curse Danger lurks deep in the heart of a Louisiana bayou as Becka and ...