Dead Camp book 2

Dead Camp book 2

by Sean Kerr

Dead Camp 2 - Sean Kerr - Dead Camp
Editions:Kindle - first edition
ISBN: 978-1-4874-0617-2
Pages: 206

It is said that the Devil is in the detail, but what if the Devil was in you?

The world is at war, a war determined to involve Eli, whether he likes it or not. Hitler, his dark army of feral vampires, and even the Devil himself, all conspire against Eli, leaving him no choice but to fight back, risking Malachi’s soul in the process.

Eli is determined to find Ethan’s father, no matter the cost to himself or Malachi, and in a place filled with death and unending cruelty, Eli realises that some truths should remain buried, and some truths are just too terrible to bear. When the old enemy, demons from Eli’s dark past, find him once more, they reveal a secret so impossible, so terrible, that it pushes Eli to the very edge of his endurance. They took his boyfriend from him once, and the secrets that they reveal about the man he once loved threaten to strip Eli of everything that he holds dear, pushing him to the edge of his sanity.

Eli thought that he had nothing left to lose, but at Welwelsburg Concentration Camp, he realises that he was very wrong.

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Pairings: MM
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 3 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Badass Hero, Forbidden Love, Friends to Lovers, Love Triangle, Second Chances, Trapped Together, Hurt / Comfort
Word Count: 66470
Setting: Germany
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Excerpt:

Three prisoners had died in my block that night, two elderly and one young man not old enough to grow pubes. It sickened me. Never, in all my years, had I witnessed such a callous waste of human life. And then to see my fellow prisoners undressing the dead, striping their cold stiff bodies before my unbelieving eyes horrified me even more, and I clung onto Jakob’s broken body for dear life. All around me the clunk of bodies against wood and concrete. My eyes tried not to see and my ears tried not to hear.

A cold clammy hand gently caressed my arm and I nearly shot off my shelf in shock. I didn’t scream. I refused to scream.

“My friend, I’m sorry, my friend, but you must undress him. The rubbish men will be here soon and you must strip him of all clothing before they take him. Please, you must do this for him—they will be less kind than you. Do you understand?”

“Why? Why must we do this?”

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“His clothes are of value, my friend. They will be re-used for the next intake.”

“And what of his body, what will become of Jakob?”

“You don’t want to know, my friend.” His whispered words made every hair on my body stand on end. A sound outside caused him to return to his unsavoury task with renewed urgency. “Quickly, they are here.”

What followed felt like a dream. I had undressed many a man under many circumstances, but that was a first. Already poor Jakob stiffened, and it pained me to hear and feel his bones crack as I gently prised his pale thin body from the clothes. I whispered my apologies into his unhearing ears and I hated my eyes for glancing across his pale dead flesh.

I had to free them, all of them. That place, that death camp, it had to end.

I lifted his dead naked body into my arms. Emotion, so alien to me, invaded the shrivelled blackness that was my soul, and I knew my eyes betrayed my grief. Emotions made you weak. Emotions made you vulnerable, emotions hurt. And I was hurting. The passing of that human, that mortal man I had known for less than a day, had brought back that affliction from which I had been running from for so very long.

I had only opened my heart to the world again but for the briefest of moments. And already I felt pain.

Gideon hurt me. He made me feel unloved, unwanted, he made me feel ugly. How I would crave for his touch, how desperate I was for his love, to feel the thrill of his fingers upon my bare flesh, to feel his attraction to me, to feel wanted. But all he ever did was refuse me. Every time I tried to touch him, he turned me away. He was not in the mood, he told me to come back later.

Come back later.

But later never came.

I carried that pale body into the grey wet misery of morning. The sun was trying desperately to penetrate the thick layers of brooding clouds that clung stubbornly over the camp, but the sun was losing. Rain dripped incessantly from the skies, melting the remaining snow into a muddy slush. Grey skies, grey ground, grey people. The camp drained the colour out of everything. Welwelsburg was like me, a vampire, sucking the life out of everything it encountered, sucking away hope and dignity, leaving nothing but pale grey husks clinging to the brink of existence.

Two men stood next to a large flatbed trolley. Dead, naked bodies lay crumpled in a pile on top of the trolley, legs and arms sticking out at all angles like some grotesque starfish. I saw children amongst the corpses.

Pale white flickering figures surrounded the trolley. Insubstantial wisps of lives spent before their time. The rubbish men looked at me expectantly but I could not move for the sight of those spectral beings and I clutched Jakob’s dead body tightly to my chest, unwilling to relinquish my charge. If I put him on that trolley then he would be dead, another lump of cold meat on the pile. He deserved more than that.

The ghostly figures turned to look at me, each one knowing me, seeing me, seeing me see them. And they smiled at me. Cold shivering prickles erupted across my skin as their eyes took me in and they were such kind eyes, such trusting eyes. A figure pushed its way between them, its shadowy form brushing gently against the others as it came to stand before me.

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Reviews:Dale Federico on Amazon wrote:

Outstanding!, February 29, 2016
By Dale Federico
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This review is from: Dead Camp 2 (Kindle Edition)
Eli wants to find Ethan's father. He goes to Welwelsburg Concentration Camp and blends in with the prisoners. He sees the horrific treatment that these people have to endure. He is thrown into darkness and meets an older gentleman who is dying from starvation. Eli comforts him, they talk briefly until he dies. Eli cannot believe the horrors that is happening in this camp. Hitler plans to set his feral vampires loose to decimate everyone in their path. Eli is running out of time.But, he is captured, tied up and beaten. Eli is confronted with his past, here and now. He is in shock at what is revealed. The devil himself appears, Ethan's father appears and some others from his past.He is in shock, he cannot believe what they are telling him and what he is seeing! Eli is not even certain he will survive this truth.This is a gripping journey that Author Sean Kerr takes you on .I highly recommend this series, you will not be disappointed!

Leah Negron on Amazon wrote:

Absolutely Amazing!!!!, April 26, 2016
By Leah Negron
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This review is from: Dead Camp 2 (Kindle Edition)
Sean Kerr has done it again! Dead Camp 2 is even better than the 1st book in the series! Eli the Vampire and Mal the Ghost have absolutely no memories of their previous lives or of how they came to be what they are. There are many dark lies, and even darker truths that are remembered as the story unfolds. Read their stories and see how their lives are affected by what they remember. Their stories are like the craziest, scariest rollercoaster ride that you have ever been on. The one that while your on the ride you pray for it to end but once it does your sad because it was to short of a ride! This book will put you through every emotion imaginable and leave you wanting more! I'm definitely excited for book 3 to be ready to buy, I Will be one-clicking and reading it immediately! Buy and read these amazing stories you won't be sorry!

Kim Thompson on Amazon wrote:

Heartbreaking and Heart Stopping!, April 7, 2016
By Kim Thompson
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This review is from: Dead Camp 2 (Kindle Edition)
I have been captivated from when I first started reading this series. Eli is so lost in his own pain and his journey out is so difficult that you cannot help but hurt for him. In this book you find that Eli has infiltrated the concentration camp in an effort to find and free Ethan's father as well as the prisoners of the camp. The writer does a fabulous job of drawing you in and making you feel the pain that Eli does as he is holding the old man in his bunk as he dies. I cried as Eli tried to save Josef in the showers and his pain and rage when he is not able to. Eli's foray back into the real world from the cocoon he has been living in is so well written that I was unable to put this book down and I am anxiously waiting to see what happens next.

Petra Andrea on Amazon wrote:

History can be a bitch...., September 23, 2016
By Petra Andrea
This review is from: Dead Camp 2 (Kindle Edition)
I really wish this book would be just some awesome fantasy, written by a very gifted author that is Sean Kerr! Sadly most of it isn’t, its history, it’s the darkest part in German history ever, it’s my history.

Dead Camp 2 with its 179 pages took me almost two weeks to read. Sure I’m not the fastest reader on earth, but it hadn’t been because of that. It was because sometimes I just couldn’t take anymore and I needed time to grief, to understand. I’ve been growing up in Germany in the 70th, sure we had history at school, we knew about all the things that happened then, we even had been in one of those Death Camps and I have seen the furnaces where the corps where burned myself, but at my age it was more like someone told you a once upon a time fairy tale, like Hansel & Gretel by the Brothers Grimm. With Sean Kerr’s book and his gift of very visual writing, Germany’s dark history became flesh & blood; it became faces, voices and names. With every new name there had been another soul abandoned to a horrible fate. It wasn’t like reading Anne Frank or watching Schindler’s list. This book had been intense, very intense and sometimes just too much for me to bear and that’s why I needed lots of breaks and it took me so long to finish. Thru Eli’s eyes I could see and feel the pain, the terror and the desperation.

The fantasy part of the book had not been less intense for me, and the hardest part of it was to lose Malachi. I dearly loved the bubbly ghost; he’d been my Sunshine in all that dark. Malachi, as the camp he was, had been good for more than one hilarious moment in the Dad Camp series. Even though I knew there was a risk to lose Malachi’s soul in the process, I couldn’t believe how things turned out and it left me more than just a bit heartbroken.

Thank God the Dead Camp series isn’t just about Nazi Germany; it’s about a history that reaches back since time immemorial, including heaven and hell, as well as everything between. Sean Kerr is a wonderful story teller and has a very special way with words, or like a friend the other day laconic said; Sean Kerr’s texts should win the Pulitzer!


About the Author

My name is Sean Kerr, and I am a 47-year-old gay man living in Cardiff, Wales, with my husband of 28 years, Derek. We have two cats, Rita and Harry, and a host of tropical fish.

By day, I am an Interior designer, and I have had a shop, Home Zone, in Cardiff with my amazing business partner Jayne, for eleven and a half years. It has, and continues to be a struggle, the recession hit a few years after we opened, and it has been challenging to say the least. I consider myself to be lucky though, because the shop pays me a wage, and I have been lucky enough to furnish my house with lovely things because of it, and I really do have some spectacular curtains lol.

I worked on building sites for years, and I used the money earned from that to put myself through college, specialist paint techniques etc. I trained in fine art, and then I went out and painted murals on client’s walls, and created Roman Bathrooms and fantasy, hand painted bedrooms, all the rage back in the late eighties and nineties. I then became the Interior Designer for a large DIY chain, and that is where I met Jayne, my business partner, and the rest is history.

By night I am an Author, and I am proud to be an author for Extasy Books. I currently have three books under my belt, with extasy about to release Dead Camp 3. I also have a new book, Hush Little Baby which is a standalone Novella and is a pure horror story. The project happened just after I completed Dead Camp 3 and it is a story that I had to get out of my system before I start Dead Camp 4. It’s definitely different, and I hope scary! I love writing, so very much. It has always been my dream, and the wonderful Extasy Books has made my dream come true, and it is a world that I am totally in love with, and I hope to be a part of for a very long time to come.


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