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Review for Owl Manor – the Dawning: 5.0 out of 5 stars INCREDIBLY RIVETING!!!!
Reviewed in the United States on March 5, 2020
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“It’s rare for me to give 5 STAR reviews on a first read of a new author I haven’t read before. I literally read this book in 2 days!!”

Review for Owl Manor – Abigail: 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
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“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…”

Review for Owl Manor – the Final Stroke: 5.0 out of 5 stars 5 stars
Reviewed in the United States on September 12, 2022
“A page turner for sure, with beautiful imagery and edge-of-your-seat action. If you like horror, mystery, and ghost stories, this book is a must read.”



One day at Owl Manor, everything came to a boil. Mr. Bradstone’s bedroom erupted in thuds, bangs, and crashes, accompanied by bellows and roars as if an angry bull were trapped there. Gilbert and Grenville raced up the stairs while the rest of the staff cowered in the foyer below.

Finding the door to the master’s room locked from the inside, they knocked urgently without success. Grenville threw himself repeatedly against the door. Finally, when the two men attacked the door together, it broke open.

The sounds quieted abruptly. They entered the room to find it in shambles – furniture turned over, paintings hanging askew on the walls, the mirror cracked, drapery in shreds, decanters and glasses broken on the floor, red wine spreading on the carpet as if the room itself bled. All this the master had managed to do in a matter of minutes.

Mr. Bradstone whirled around to see who had dared to enter, his lips drawn back in a snarl, his eyes crazed. Gilbert and Grenville exited the room in haste to stand outside the door with their backs to the wall.
Then they heard the master’s voice call out from within.
“Come…Gilbert,” he said hoarsely. “Do not…worry, I will not harm you.”

Gilbert peeked around the door to find the master sitting on the edge of his armchair, head down, shoulders heaving. When he looked up at Gilbert, the look on his face was that of someone defeated, lost, someone who did not know what to do with himself.

– Owl Manor – the Dawning, by Zita Harrison, Writer, Artist



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For a quarter of a century, the horrors at Owl Manor have been buried under dust and decay, forgotten and unheard.

Then Dolores hears the whispers.

Dolores, a young artist, feels the pain all around her. It is the subject of her paintings. Strangely, once the pain is on her canvas, it diminishes.

A fated encounter takes her and her two best friends to Owl Manor in the Rocky Mountains. Ignoring the rumors of a gruesome past and ghosts, they take up residence. What’s the worst that could happen?

But it is the past that has summoned Dolores.

The owls begin to circle the sky again. The whispers get louder, seeping into each of their souls. And Dolores, besieged by the pain of brutal murders in the manor’s history, has no choice but to paint.

For the lives of those close to her hang in the balance.

Inspired by authors like Edgar Allan Poe (The Raven), Daphne du Maurier (Jamaica Inn), and Shirley Jackson (The Haunting of Hill House), Owl Manor – the Final Stroke is the third and final book in the Owl Manor trilogy of Gothic Suspense novels. It follows Owl Manor – the Dawning and Owl Manor – Abigail.

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Excerpt from Owl Manor – Abigail

The Denver sun began to languish as the coach left town that evening and headed up the mountain road to Owl Manor, about an hour’s ride. A mist slithered in through the trees on either side of them, their branches sagging heavily under thick layers of snow. Clumps of knotty underbrush of different shapes and heights peered through the mist like a band of strange, hunched creatures. Elwood shivered as the horses trudged up the narrow path, the carriage rattling and shaking as it climbed the hillside. Here, the hand of man was less prominent, despite the numerous roads which had been cleared for travel.  

A sudden flapping sound made him start. As he poked his head out to look, a flurry of brown feathers landed on a branch, settling into the shape of an owl. Elwood gasped as the raptor’s huge, yellow eyes fixed on him from under the tuft of feathers that lay over them, followed him as the coach passed, its head swiveling at an impossible angle.  What strange creatures these are, he thought.

He did not know whether to be relieved or not when he eventually reached the manor. Dark and silent, it loomed at the far end of a garden shrouded in ghostly white. The only signs of life were the flicker of light in some of the windows and the pale, wispy swirls rising out chimneys jutting up against the midnight blue sky. A lofty column of fir trees stood in the gloom at the far edges of the property, watching as this stranger invaded their world. And in the distance soared the massive, jagged shapes of the mountains, great giants in slumber.

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