The Frenzy War: Book Two in The Frenzy Cycle Series

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Two years have passed since NYPD Captain Tony Mace hunted down and slew Janus Farel, the rogue werewolf who terrorized New York City. Mace now pushes paper in the K-9 unit as he waits to retire, aware that a species of peaceful Wolves lives among city residents. The Brotherhood of Torquemada, hell-bent on the Wolves’ extinction, dispatches a team of assassins to wipe out the Wolves residing in NYC. Each assassin has been trained since childhood to fulfill this destiny, and each possesses a revered silver sword, ...
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Two years have passed since NYPD Captain Tony Mace hunted down and slew Janus Farel, the rogue werewolf who terrorized New York City. Mace now pushes paper in the K-9 unit as he waits to retire, aware that a species of peaceful Wolves lives among city residents. The Brotherhood of Torquemada, hell-bent on the Wolves’ extinction, dispatches a team of assassins to wipe out the Wolves residing in NYC. Each assassin has been trained since childhood to fulfill this destiny, and each possesses a revered silver sword, the Blade of Salvation. When the NYPD and the FBI determine that the Wolves and Torquemadans are engaged in a secret battle, they choose Mace to lead a covert, joint task force charged with preventing a citywide panic—at any cost. But Mace’s wife, Cheryl, is a journalist who threatens to uncover the ancient war that has found its way to our shores. Battle lines are drawn, loyalties are tested, bonds are broken, and blood is shed in a war unlike any seen by modern man.
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Editorial Reviews

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"The brisk action and lurid scenes of death and dismemberment produce a lively page-turner with an unusually balanced approach to its monsters, unexpected in a tale that's equal parts police procedural and blood-drenched horror." —Publishers Weekly (April 2, 2012)

"A very exciting mixture of crime novel, horror, and fantasy. Lamberson approaches werewolves from an interesting angle (they're the victims here, not the villains), and the action is appropriately grisly, but he doesn't lose the element of humor." —Booklist (May 1, 2012)

"The action on the mean streets of the Big Apple grips readers. . . . Readers will enjoy this bloody entertaining thriller." —The Midwest Book Review

"Gregory Lamberson seems to have had a great time writing The Frenzy War, an engrossing and entertaining read. The next book in the series is awaited with enthusiasm." —

"[In] The Frenzy War, the reader will get a good dose of horror, romance, secret assassins, and wolves. This is one fellow horror reader who is satisfied with Gregory's latest tale." —

"The action sequences are well conceived and play out cinematically. . . . The Frenzy War further solidifies Gregory Lamberson as one the defining writers in contemporary horror." —

"The characters are well-rounded, and you will see them for the individuals they are—you'll love them, hate them, and even be frustrated by them. There is plenty of blood and gore, as Lamberson is amazing at combining a gritty crime drama with blood-soaked horror." —

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781605424538
  • Publisher: Medallion Media Group
  • Publication date: 6/1/2012
  • Series: The Frenzy Cycle Series
  • Pages: 300
  • Sales rank: 1,013,902
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Gregory Lamberson is the writer and director of "Naked Fear," " Undying Love," and the cult classic, " Slime City." He is the author of "The Frenzy Way," "Johnny Gruesome," and the Anubis Award-winning "Personal Demons." He lives outside Buffalo, New York.
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The Frenzy War

By Gregory Lamberson

Medallion Press, Inc.

Copyright © 2012 Gregory Lamberson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-60542-453-8

Chapter One

Rhonda Wilson leaned against the back counter, facing her cash register, arms folded as she observed two men browsing opposite sides of Synful Reading. One was a regular, but she had never seen the other man before. She and Jason had just opened the bookstore an hour earlier at 9:00 AM, and Monday was always the slowest day of the week. Jason stood on the sliding ladder, moving older titles spine out on the upper shelves to make room for Tuesday's new releases.

Steam hissed from the radiator, warming her chilled bones. Rhonda looked forward to the Christmas holiday season but disliked early December, with its cold wind and rain. At least Gabriel Domini, one of the occult bookstore's owners, allowed her and Jason to keep the heat at a comfortable level. She got so cold in human form.

At eighteen, Rhonda did not know what to do with her life. She desired to see Europe, and she had taken this job to save money, but she did not know what to do after Europe. She had no career goals, and she was mature enough to realize that her interest in writing poetry did not consume her soul to such a degree that it could ever become more than a hobby. She supposed she would attend college down the road when she had an inkling of how she wished to spend the rest of her life.

"You have to set goals for yourself," her mother had told her. "Even if you don't achieve them, you'll find other interests along the way."

Rhonda doubted her mother's wisdom. Right now she liked things as they were. She enjoyed living at home with her parents, the only pup of the litter to have survived childbirth, and she liked working alongside Jason. She liked Jason a lot. They had become close friends the summer after high school graduation because of the time they spent together in the store, and they had just started dating in the fall when most of their friends had gone off to college. Now, with winter coming, she sensed another change on the horizon. She hoped it would be positive.

The customer she recognized—middle-aged, balding, wearing a tan corduroy jacket—approached her and laid a book beside the register. He offered her a polite smile but didn't say anything.

Rhonda glanced at the dust jacket of the hardcover as she rang it up. The Wolf Is Loose: The True Story of the Manhattan Werewolf, a true crime book by Carl Rice, author of another true crime book she knew all too well—Rodrigo Gomez: Tracking the Full Moon Killer. Seeing the author's new book caused her body to tighten. The store had become unexpectedly successful in the wake of the Manhattan Werewolf slayings two years earlier when the rogue Wolf Janus Farel had caused such a stir, but she wished Gabriel and Raphael Domini did not stock such material.

"They never caught him," the man said. "He's still out there somewhere."

"I know." But Rhonda knew better. According to the leaders of her pack, Angela Domini, the sister of Gabriel and Raphael, had slain Janus and then fled the city. Rhonda collected the man's money and stuck the book and receipt in a plastic bag, which she handed to him. "Have a nice day."

"You too." The man left, jingling the bells on the door.

Here I am, a teenage werewolf working in an occult bookstore in the Village, she thought. She did not really consider herself a werewolf—the term carried a negative connotation among her people—but she was a Wolf, and she belonged to the Greater Pack of New York City.

Now she watched her other customer, a tall man wearing a long coat and a knit cap. He seemed determined to examine every book in the store.

Rhonda glimpsed her reflection in the convex mirror mounted high in one corner to help catch shoplifters. She wore her dark hair short, like a boy, but her slender neck and angular shoulders were decidedly feminine. Her mother told her she was too skinny, but she was perfectly happy with her pixie-like body, which was just her human shell after all. Unfortunately, living in the city rarely afforded her the opportunity to assume her Wolf Shape. She wore a navy-blue hoodie over a black T-shirt and tight, faded jeans tucked into short boots.

Jason pressed his feet along the outside of the ladder and slid down it to the scuffed wooden floor like a sailor on a ship. Wearing loose-fitting carpenter's pants and a New York Giants football jersey, he came behind the counter and retrieved the bathroom key, which was secured to a wooden block so it wouldn't get lost.

Rhonda felt his free hand slide around her waist. His touch sent a tremor of excitement through her body, but she swatted his hand away. They stood the same height, and when she looked at him, she saw straight into his brown eyes. She had to admit her heart skipped a beat as he grinned at her. They had not had sex yet. Wolves mated for life, and they agreed they were too young to make that commitment, but they had pleased each other in other ways.

"You want to see a movie tonight?" Jason said.

"What movie?"

"I don't know ..."

Rhonda smiled. He never had a movie in mind; he just wanted to spend time with her in the dark. "Sure."

She watched him hurry to the back of the store, admiring his butt as he unlocked the office door. They intended to go to Europe together, and she accepted the possibility that they might sleep together then whenever then was. She fantasized about seeing him in his Wolf Form.

The customer turned and exited without saying anything. His abrupt departure caused Rhonda to raise one eyebrow, but she shrugged it off. She had long ago become accustomed to strange behavior from her fellow New Yorkers, especially those humans who frequented Synful Reading. She glanced at the clock beside the register—10:05. Shit, time was crawling.

The bells on the door jingled. The customer who had just left returned, followed by two men garbed in similar long coats. They wore knit caps of different colors, and Rhonda estimated their ages ranged from twenty-five to thirty-five. One had black skin, and he twisted the lock on the door and strode across the store. The fine hair on Rhonda's body prickled. The other men stood before the counter, their eyes locking on her. The black man removed a can of spray paint from his coat pocket and unleashed a hissing black mist at the lens of the security camera mounted on the wall.

"Hey!" Rhonda wanted to scream for Jason.

The man closest to her had a black beard. He reached inside his coat and withdrew a gun unlike any Rhonda had seen in movies or on TV: a pistol with a wooden grip and two barrels, one of them more than a foot long.

She felt her eyes widen as her heart raced. "What do you want? Money?"

No. They know what we are.

The bearded man pulled back a spring-loaded mechanism on the gun, cocking it.

Rhonda reached for the alarm button beneath the register. She heard a muffled sound come from the gun—not a shot, really, more of a snap followed by a rush of air. Pain needled her chest, stopping her forward momentum, and when she looked down, she saw a dart protruding between her small breasts. Curling her fingers around the dart, she jerked it out and felt a burning sensation in her chest. The dart slipped from her fingers in slow motion and clattered on the floor. The room rocked back and forth, and the bearded man lowered his gun.

Rhonda's mind clouded, and her body undulated.

Jason emerged from the back of the store. At first he looked puzzled, then concerned.

Help me, Jason!

Jason charged forward, and suddenly Rhonda realized that might not be such a good thing after all. The black man and the man who had been in the store first drew identical tranquilizer guns. Jason opened his mouth to scream, but Rhonda could not hear him. He leapt into the air, wild-eyed, just as the men fired their guns. His body twisted in midair as the darts penetrated him, and he crashed on the floor between the men.

Rhonda staggered forward to see over the counter's edge.

Jason snarled at the men, his irises expanding so they blotted out the whites of his eyes. Rhonda prayed he would complete his Transformation and tear the men to pieces.

The black man raised a leg to kick Jason, but Jason slashed at the air with one hand, and the man jerked his leg back. The movement caused Jason to topple over, like a table with one leg removed, and he fought to get back on his hands and knees, his face contorted with equal parts rage and pain.

Seeing the darts in his torso, Rhonda realized he had received double the dosage she had of whatever chemical flowed through her veins.

Holstering his gun, the bearded man moved beside the black man and looked down at Jason.

Rhonda slumped over the counter and clawed at its edge to keep from sinking to the floor. She fought to remain alert.

The bearded man drew something from his coat, but it wasn't a gun. It was long and shiny.

A sword!

Rhonda opened her mouth to call to Jason, but she had no idea if any sound came out.

Using both hands, the man raised the sword high in the air. Jason looked up, fear evident in his eyes even as his face contorted. The sword sliced the air in a downward swing.

One moment Rhonda saw Jason's transforming countenance, and the next she saw blood gushing out of the stump of his neck as his body lurched forward. Then she blacked out.

* * *

Michael moved away from the pool of blood spreading across the dirty wooden floor, then slid his Blade of Salvation into the scabbard fastened to the inside of his coat without bothering to first wipe the blood from it.

Standing at the counter, Myles nodded his approval.

Michael gazed at the head on the floor. It belonged to a creature neither wolf nor human but something in between. He had killed it just in time; in another few moments it would have completed its transformation into something almost unstoppable. "Let's get that bitch out of here. Watch out for the blood."

Henri joined Myles. They holstered their tranq guns and went behind the counter.

Michael spied a key attached to a wooden block on the floor, where the beast boy had dropped it. He snatched it and hurried to the rear of the store, where he unlocked a door that admitted him into a cramped office. Walking between a safe bolted to the floor and a desk with a computer terminal upon it, he seized a digital recorder deck connected to a security monitor. He unscrewed the connecters, his movements restricted by the blue latex gloves he wore, and pulled the recorder away, leaving cables dangling. On his way out, he pushed the button lock in the doorknob, threw the key and its block on the floor, and shut the door.

His men stood at the front door, supporting the girl monster between them. Her head rolled limp on her neck.

"Let's go." Michael stepped over the headless corpse on the floor and hopped over the crimson pool. Reaching past the female wolf, he unlocked the door and pushed it open.

Eun, the Korean woman he had stationed outside the door as lookout, revealed herself. She caught the door and waved to the white cargo van idling at the curb.

Michael peered outside, looking each way up St. Mark's Place. He saw the usual eccentrics on the sidewalk and civilian traffic but no police. "Go!"

Henri and Myles ran outside into the crisp morning air, dragging the female between them. The van's side door opened, and Valeria crouched in the darkness within it. Henri and Myles shoved the wolf into her arms, and the three of them hauled her into the van and laid her upon the sofa inside it.

Michael crossed the sidewalk without glancing at the pedestrians milling about. Feeling an electric current in the air, he opened the passenger door and got in beside Angelo. A moment later, the side door closed behind him. Then he heard manacles snapping shut and his comrades zipping the unconscious female into the body bag they had brought.

"Move it!" Eun said.

With his steel-grey eyes focused on the traffic ahead, Angelo turned into the street.

"Nice and easy. We don't want to be pulled over." Now Michael glanced at the pedestrians. Those watching the van's departure seemed more confused than alarmed.

"What happened in there?" Valeria said.

Henri answered, his English accented in French. "Michael slew the other beast."

Only Michael's nerves prevented him from gloating.

"That's one for Pedro," Valeria said.

Michael thought of their fallen comrade who had been sent to the United States two years earlier to retrieve the Blade of Salvation that Valeria now carried. He had been slain in Central Park, along with an American priest who served as his contact, by one of the beasts. Pedro had the heart of a true warrior and had been dedicated to their cause. He had died a hero. Now his demise had been avenged.

Angelo turned right onto a one-way street. Two blocks later, he double-parked beside a second van, this one a black GMC Savana.

Michael got out and climbed into the driver's seat of the Savana, started its engine, and unlocked its doors. In his side mirror, he saw Henri, Myles, and Eun jump out and run to the back of the vehicle. Then Angelo moved the white van ahead, giving Michael room to pull out. Valeria joined the others, and the four of them carried the sofa, their captive invisible in the secret compartment within it, to the Savana. They loaded the sofa into the cargo compartment and got in after it.

After the doors slammed shut, Michael turned into the street. Halfway up the block he stopped where Angelo had parked the first van.

Angelo hopped into the passenger seat. "Nice and easy," he said in a sarcastic tone. "We don't want to be pulled over."

Driving forward, Michael tore the false beard from his face as he heard sirens in the distance.


Excerpted from The Frenzy War by Gregory Lamberson Copyright © 2012 by Gregory Lamberson . Excerpted by permission of Medallion Press, Inc.. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2013

    No one hit wonder

    Lamberson brings a fresh approach to a stale and trite genre. Humor, a certain morallity, action, and very likeable charcters. Often times his monsters have far more scrupulous behaviors than their human counterparts.
    Great reads for fans of horror fiction. Stephen King could take lessons.
    I started with the Jake Helman series and hope he continues. The frenzy series is equally enjoyable.
    Really fun, quick reads. Hope to be able to buy many more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 12, 2013

    Nowhere near as good as his first

    A one-hit wonder perhaps?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2012


    The ePub version I read had many typos i.e., Cabriel or Sabriel instead of Gabriel and brackets/parenthesis/"page __" (which did not match up to the actual page) inserted randomly that took me out of the story as I was reading it. Other than that it would have been a five star book.

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  • Posted September 14, 2012

    Absolutely loved this book

    I devoured this book!

    I loved everything about this book that read it in a few days. The book was well written and kept you wrapped in the story. Well paced and so not boring. I recommended both book 1 and 2 to my husband. I can't wait for book 3 to become available on Free Friday's.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2012

    very interesting read

    worth time to read it really

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 9, 2012

    Good read

    A cop previously assigned to a desk job is called back to the street when several terrorist type attacks happen. What starts out as a covert op quickly becomes a man hunt for the wolf assassins. Man and wolf being on the same side. A few surprises and an ending that ties everything up satisfactorily.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2012

    Diyonius cabin

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