The tale of The Wolf Gift continues .

In Anne Rice’s astonishing and powerful best-selling novel, the first of her strange and mythic imagining from the world of wolfen powers (“I devoured these web pages . . . As solid and interesting as anything she has created since her early Vampire Chronicles fiction”-Alan Cheuse, The Boston World; “A delectable cocktail of old-fashioned lost-race adventure, shape-shifting, and suspense”-Elizabeth Hands, The Washington Post), visitors had been spellbound as Rice about The Wolves of Midwinter: The Wolf Gift Chronicles conjured up a daring new world arranged against the wild and beckoning California coastline.

Right now in her fresh novel, simply because lush and intimate in detail and atmosphere since it is sleek and steely in storytelling, Anne Grain takes us once again towards the rugged coastline of North California, to the grand mansion at Nideck Point, and additional explores the unearthly education of her transformed Man Wolf.

The novel opens on the cold, gray landscape. It’s the beginning of Dec. Oak fires are burning in the stately flickering hearths of Nideck Stage. It is Yuletide.

For Reuben Golding, now infused using the Wolf Gift and beneath the caring tutelage from the Morphenkinder, this claims to be a Christmas like zero other . . .

The Festive season, sacred to a lot of the people, continues to be equally sacred to the person Wolves, and Reuben shortly becomes aware that they, too, steeped within their own profound rituals, will celebrate the ancient Midwinter festival deep inside the verdant richness of Nideck forest.

From from the shadows of Nideck comes a ghost-tormented, imploring, struggling to speak yet able to embrace and desire with desperate affection . . . As Reuben finds himself swept up with-and attracted to-the passions and yearnings of the spectral presence, and as the swirl of arrangements reaches a fever pitch for the Nideck town Christmas event of music and pageantry, amazing secrets are revealed; secrets that tell of a strange netherworld, of spirits other than the Morphenkinder, generations older, who inhabit the thick exercises of redwood and oak that surround the magnificent house at Nideck Point, “ageless types” who possess their personal fantastical historic histories and who taunt with their dark magical powers . . .

Includes the initial Melody “Exiles (The Wolves of Midwinter),” Performed by Mary Fahl