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Reviews for Owl manor – Abigail, Book 2 of the Owl Manor Gothic Suspense Trilogy!

5.0 out of 5 stars … “Owl Manor had been home to too much atrocity — it had been defined by it.” Reviewed in the United States on August 27, 2020 Verified Purchase

This is the second part of a trilogy and you really have to read Owl Manor – The Dawning first. In fact, I reread it in preparation of reading this book (time well-spent)…

Fourteen years after that horrific night, the owls descend once again upon the old manor… A few days later, Abigail returns to the only home she has ever known, Owl Manor. She catches the remaining staff by surprise, not having sent news of her impending arrival. Abigail has plans for the house, but will the circumstances allow her to make the changes? The staff speculate about what might have driven her back to the manor…

One year later, Owl Manor is opened for long term stays. Hopeful guests must be interviewed and pre-approved by Abigail. She is surrounded by a faithful staff led by Patty Green, upon whom she came to rely upon heavily. Soon, the manor is filled to capacity with guests, who have been approved for varying lengths of stay. The guests are Elwood King, Victor Highmore, Alan Shaw, Clarence Beechworth, Lavinia Thompson and Harriet Cooper. The story told from points of view Abigail, Elwood, Victor and Patty. Who has deep, dark secrets buried deep inside? Everything is not what it appears to be…

From chills running down your spine, to thrills that will keep you on the edge of your seat, and more… This story takes you deep into Owl Manor and its current occupants… You can feel the atmosphere surrounding you, enclosing you, terrifying you… Once you start reading, you will not be able to stop… The gifted storytelling by Ms. Harrison will leave you gasping for breath and wondering what could possibly happen next… When you get to the end, you will be left begging for the final book in this trilogy… I am (im)patiently waiting and Book 3 cannot come so enough… Owl Manor might be “a grotesque place with a grotesque history,” but I cannot get enough of it!

-Gabi Rosetti, Amazon Reviewer

5.0 out of 5 stars  An exciting read!
Reviewed in the United States on August 19, 2020 Verified Purchase

I eagerly awaited Book Two of the Owl Manor Trilogy and it was totally worth the wait. Book Two continues the story of Owl Manor with Abigail, the next generation to inherit Owl Manor and its dark legacy of unexplained murders, madness, “evil in the walls that seem to breathe” and owls who attack certain people and protect others.

Zita Harrison writes with such rich and descriptive language that I felt as if I was watching a movie instead of reading her book on my Kindle. She paints pictures with her words. I could visualize and actually feel I was “in the room where it happened.” The story line just flows. Although her genre is Gothic Horror, her style has a hopefulness that keeps it from being depressingly dark. Yes, there are those ghastly murders, ominous owls and spirits that drift from their world to ours (you’ll want to make sure your windows and doors are locked) but there is also the personal journey of the heroine, Abigail, who says at one point: “ The frost on the pane, which had seemed so ominous before, now reminded me of beautiful lace. Why had I not seen that before? Is the world, in the end, just a reflection of one’s state of mind?” Read the book to discover if Abigail is transformed or destroyed by the betrayals and horrors she experiences.

I highly recommend “Owl Manor: Abigail” if you are looking for an exciting read. Then together we can anticipate the final book in the Owl Manor Trilogy-“Owl Manor: Nightfall.”

Bonnie Gallup, Amazon Reviewer

5.0 out of 5 stars  ABSOLUTELY A KICK A$$ READ!!!
Reviewed in the United States on August 31, 2020 Verified Purchase

OMFG!! I highly recommend this book if you’re looking for a phenomenal edge of your seat read & need the lights on to read it!! You’ll have to read the first book, but you’ll fly thru it in no time because I couldn’t put that book down & the only reason I’d stop was because I needed to get my heart rate down!!! And this book is off the charts!! Incredible detail, that’s what makes this author so unique, no holding back & that’s the whole point of what makes it scary as hell!! You’ve read what the book is about, so I don’t waste time with details because you just need to read them!! So what are you waiting for??? But the books & be prepared for one helluva great scare!!!

JacqueB63, Amazon Reviewer

5.0 out of 5 stars A thrilling sequel
Reviewed in the United States on September 11, 2020 Verified Purchase

I just finished book 2 of the Owl Manor trilogy where the story begins after Abigail has grown into adulthood and living in New York . When she is jilted by her fiancé, she returns to Owl Manor where she can hide away from her heartache. Without knowing of the dark past of Owl Manor, she opens a lodge, and as the lodge fills with guest, the Owls return. So does a restless evil that could cost Abigail her soul.

Harrison has a gift for weaving a dark tale that keeps one glued to their seat. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Dixiegirl, Amazon reviewer

5.0 out of 5 stars  Owls and the Spirits of the Dead Reviewed in the United States on September 1, 2020

Zita Harrison has penned a sombre and chilling sequel to her masterpiece of gothic horror, Owl Manor: The Dawning. Channelling Emily Brontë, she’s chosen just the right words to transport the reader back to those days of manor houses and ladies’ maids, a time that seems to be perfect for scenes of horror to unfold.

It’s a good idea to read the first book in order to have a full appreciation of how poor Abigail came to be such a cold, self-repressed person. I was concerned for the emotionally neglected child she was in The Dawning. It made me happy that Patty, the housekeeper to Rafe Bradford, the late owner of Owl Manor, was there to be supportive and nurturing to Abigail then, and again when she returns.

The first guests who appear as Abigail begins renting rooms in the Manor as a mountain resort fill out the cast of well-developed characters colorfully. Without spending a lot of time with each one, they’re still adequately endowed with unique personalities, moving the story forward at a good pace.

The effects of rising tension among guests, staff, and Abigail herself, as the owls reappear and all kinds of frightening supernatural activity occur, made me race through the pages until the climax of this excellent novel. I look forward to the third book in the Owl Manor trilogy!

Catriona Lovett, Amazon Reviewer



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SO EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE THE RELEASE OF OWL MANOR – ABIGAIL, book 2 of the Owl Manor Trilogy! Took 2 years, but it’s finally DONE! Here it is:  https://amzn.to/2Y3SQje

14 years ago, Owl Manor trembled with echoes of madness, mysterious deaths and marauding owls.

In 1870, Abigail fled the horror of Owl Manor with her fiancé, Peter. But she carried with her the terrible notion that she is unworthy of love, instilled by her reluctant mother. If her own mother could not love her, how would anyone else?

She trusts no one and keeps herself buried in a crypt of churning emotions, away from the world. Deep inside, her soul screams at the thought of dying alone and unloved.

Now she is back. Abandoned at the altar, and with nowhere to go, she returns to Owl Manor. Thus begin the nightmares of violent rage and destruction, ghostly images.

What really happened 14 years ago?

Enter Victor, the complete opposite of Peter, yet frighteningly familiar at times.

And the owls circle the sky once again.

Inspired by authors such as Edgar Allan Poe (The Raven), Daphne du Maurier (Jamaica Inn), Carlos Ruiz Zafon (Shadow of the Wind), Owl Manor – Abigail is the second in the Owl Manor trilogy of Gothic suspense novels, and follows Owl Manor – the Dawning.



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That night I woke up suddenly with my heart racing, sweat pouring down my neck. The feeling that something was not right throbbed in every pore of my skin, every cell in my body. My eyes tried in vain to adjust, to distinguish shapes in the room, but gone were the usual glow coming through the windows, the fire in the hearth. It was pitch black. I rose, disoriented. What on earth was happening? The wood floor felt frozen on the soles of my feet, and I groped around for my slippers and robe and hurriedly put them on.

Suddenly, a wild slamming, clattering, and banging erupted from somewhere.

It sounded as though it came from the room next to mine, but there was no room there. On one side was the back garden, and on the other side was the servants’ staircase. I whirled around, bewildered, as the house began to sway, creak and groan, and the sounds of heavy objects thudding against walls and windows being smashed ripped through the walls. There was a roar that made my blood curdle. It was the sound of someone trapped in torment. And rage. It sliced through me, burning, searing, and all the while the roaring went on and on.

Abruptly, all the sounds ceased, and a deathly silence swelled in the room, followed by the faint sound of a woman keening. My eyes frantically searched the dark, but I could see nothing. The sound became louder and louder until it turned into a deafening wail that rang and quivered in my ears, my heart, my limbs. I covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them and gasped.

My childhood tutor, Miss Wilkins stood in front of me.

Lit by an eerie glow in the blackness, she held out her hand, eyes beseeching, and kept moaning and wailing. A scream rose in my throat, and I opened my mouth to let it out. But it gurgled and spewed, making me gag. Feeling as though I were drowning in my own spit, I lurched towards the bedroom door and found the handle. The wailing behind me became even more intense, as though in protest at my leaving, as I yanked the door open and stumbled into what should have been my study. But it was the hallway. The study had disappeared as though it had never existed. I staggered through the hallway toward where I hoped the kitchen would be…and ran headlong into a figure in the dark. Now the scream broke out of my throat and I struggled furiously as I felt someone’s hands grip my shoulders…