In and Around Dark Waters

Book Cover: In and Around Dark Waters
Editions:Paperback - Second Edition: $ 15.99
ISBN: 978-1645830627
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 196
Kindle - Second Edition: $ 4.49
Pages: 196
ePub - Second Edition: $ 4.49
ISBN: 9781005632298
Pages: 196

Against her will, young Victoria was turned into a cat.

Victoria is a teenager from a wealthy family, who is used to getting her own way.

While her parents are traveling abroad, she is sent to stay with her aunt and uncle on a housing estate, which she feels is beneath her. One day she falls into the river. Instead of getting wet, she is warm and cozy. She is now a show cat. Throughout her journey, Victoria will enter the lives of five different cats, to learn how to moderate her own life.

Each cat phase represents a social level: high-class cat, working cat, house cat, criminal cat, and even a holy cat.

Victoria must view life from the standpoint of different cats, to learn more about her own world.


As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt different. My fur was oily, but in a good way as the morning dew did not penetrate. I felt strong, just like the trees around me, and I knew I was where I belonged. Standing up, I surveyed my domain. So, this was what it felt like to be a feral cat.


Breakfast was first on my agenda and I began to sniff out a few trails. I say a few trails, but in truth there was only the odd one and none of these amounted to much. What a strange area I was in. There were all the usual places for small creatures to live and yet it seemed devoid of life. A bird sang from a high branch, mocking me with its cheer. I was hungry, but the bird was well out of reach. Onward I trekked, my hopes being raised by every fresh trail, only to be dashed when it led to nothing. Finally, a movement just ahead of me as a squirrel twitched his tail while he foraged in the leaf litter. I studied his movements carefully. He foraged for a count of five, then he looked around checking safety, then for another count of five. I stalked him for several minutes, getting closer all the time, until finally he ducked behind a tree. This was my chance. I knew he would first check his safety. One, two, three four, five. I pounced behind the tree and felt my claws dig into an exposed root.

“He he he! You can’t catch me,” the squirrel mocked as he laughed an annoying giggle, the twitching ball of fur safe on an overhead branch.

Shaking my claws free of the root, I walked off in disgust, laughter ringing in my ears. It was then that my luck began to change. At the end of a strong line of scent, I saw the tail of a mouse disappear down a hole at the base of a tree. It was time for a stakeout, and I settled down on a grassy area nearby.

A low growl began to my right, quickly followed by the same tone to my left. Without standing, I glanced around, spotting one feral on either side and slightly behind me. They looked thin and malnourished, and with my newfound strength and confidence, I believed I was a fair match for either of them. However, both together might have been a bit of a stretch and no hunter would risk injury which might hamper hunting skills, so I simply stood up and glared at them. Still growling, they backed off a little when they saw my size, so I decide to calm the situation.

“Hello,” I said. “I’m the Quinling.”


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