“GC Moore's debut novel, Drake Storm; Path of Spirits is imaginative, packed with history and fast paced action. This intriguing thriller shines a light on the dark side of humanity.” - SFC Charles Williams retired, US Army Special Forces; CEO Pineland Resources Inc.
“Being in SAR for the last 10 years, this book brings to light a lot of the very issues we face in the field. This novel is fast paced and challenges your imagination. I could not put it down and cannot wait for the next books.” – Tyra Seymour, Certified NASAR Trainer; Spartanburg County Search and Rescue; QC Lockheed Martin.
"I truly enjoyed this book, with its skillfully crafted suspense, well-developed characters, and exciting plot. I also really liked the way that Native American history and culture was woven into the storyline. Great read!" -Teepa Snow, Founder of Positive Approach to Care
“Good book.Probably make a great movie.” - Roland Hamrick
An engaging story about a Search and Rescue volunteer. It ties together the Search and Rescue community’s quest to return missing persons to their loved ones, the dark world of human trafficking, and the Native American heritage of the main character. A captivating action packed thriller I highly recommend. Can’t wait for more from this exciting new author, GC Moore. - Valerie
Strong characters that are interesting and have depth; coupled with an other-worldly plot, this indie authors’ debut novel is one roller-coaster read you will not put down! GC Moore takes you down a path where Native American spirits and witches are the good guys, fighting the evil of human trafficking. This was a real page turner. I cannot wait for his next book! – Vicki
I was hooked. I immediately liked the main character and the secondary character. The book focuses on a search and rescue mission that turns into a search for human trafficking victims. There was so much accurate information in the storyline, cleverly woven in through events, characters, and supernatural events. If you are a fan of Clive Cussler or Saul Herzog, you will love this book. - Teresa
This is not my usual genre, but once I started, I had a hard time putting it down! The characters were great, and it was full of interesting information! I can’t wait to recommend it to my family and friends! - Deborah
A Sample of "Drake Storm, Path of Spirits"
We arrive at the Horseshoe Trail parking area, which is small and only has room for three or four vehicles. “I am taking a radio with me, and you have one here in the truck. They are both set to SAR-1.” Julie responds, “I have another idea. I’ll go with you. Better for some deputy to find an empty truck, rather than me sitting in one.” “Julie, I cannot ask you to go with me. It could be dangerous.” “More dangerous than me sitting in a truck alone, in an area known to be rife with human trafficking? Besides, you didn’t ask,” she counters with the response I expected. “Good point.” I reach into my console and hand her my BUG. “The only backup gun I have with me is a Glock 33 chambered in 357 SIG. Will that work?” I ask. “Absolutely,” she replies with a smile and a devious twinkle in her eyes. “Let’s keep the chatter to a minimum, but if something comes up, whistle,” I instruct. “Whistle? You mean like a catcall? Or just a few lines of ‘Whistle While You Work,’” she asks sarcastically, then begins to whistle the song. “No, like a Whip-o-will or Bob White, unless you can replicate a Cardinal or Robin? You are a country girl, I’m certain you know those calls,” I state looking at her and realizing she is yanking my chain. “Of course! Damn Drake. If you’re not going to feed me, the least you can do is laugh at my jokes,” she teases. “How long to get to the substation?” “According to the GPS it is about a kilometer from here, maybe a little more, so maybe 15 minutes, depending on the terrain and the direction we decide to approach,” I reply. We take the hiking trail for a few hundred meters, then head north, northwest. As we approach the substation, Julie is ten meters to my left and a little ahead of me. We are moving slowly when she starts acting peculiar, turning her head from side to side as if she is looking at something; as if something on either side of her is competing for her attention. “Julie, are you ok?” “Yeah. Drake? Do you hear that?” she asks with a puzzled tone in her voice. I stop and listen intently, not hearing anything but the rustling of the wind in the trees and crunching leaves underfoot. “I don’t hear anything out of the usual,” I say, but she doesn’t respond. I walk over to her, and I do hear something. Voices. Voices that are not earthly. Snippets of someone speaking, but I cannot understand what they are saying. It’s like a vehicle passing and you hear a few jumbled syllables from the occupants. I step back a few paces and lose the sounds. I walk back to her, and the voices return. Looking to my right I see a natural opening in the trees; a hallway of sorts going through the forest. It isn’t a hiking trail or even a critter trail; there isn’t a defined path. This is a lane, arrow-straight that is free of tree saplings, of limbs protruding into the path from the surrounding trees, no fallen trees or underbrush. I realize we are standing in a Path of Spirits. I gently take Julie’s arm and we ease back about three meters. “Drake, that was the weirdest thing. I heard voices and wind, but the wind sounded odd. Different than the breeze here, the sound was much louder. Did you hear anything?” “I heard the wind in the trees. Maybe it was just some trees bending and creaking,” I reply, knowing she wasn’t going to accept that answer. The look she gave me confirms it. “Drake. What the hell was that?” she pauses, “You know, don’t you. You know what that was back there.” I am at a loss for words. This isn’t the time or place to go into the details of ancient Catawba mystics. “It seems we have stumbled into a sacred burial ground. Nothing to be alarmed over,” I tell her, “Are you sure? Because you had to think a long time to come up with that answer,” she asks with her now familiar hint of sarcasm. I thought I formulated that response rather quickly. Guess not. “I saw some pretty strange crap in Afghanistan, but nothing that strange,” she adds. “I believe we just stumbled upon a Path of Spirits. They are like a gateway or a path through the Spirit World where one can move undetected from one place to another in the world of the living.” “Oh, ok. That explains everything,” Julie responds with a big smile and a heavy dose of sarcasm. She pauses for a moment, then adds, “You’re kidding, right?” “I never kid about the spirits I encounter,” I reply.
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