"I was interested in this story from the start. For one thing, the setup is far enough from the traditional haunted house take that I couldn't accurately predict what was coming next. For another, while I figured that neither 'hostile' nor 'stranger' would last (I dreaded the inevitable blossoming romance that no story seems to be complete without), the author surprised me again. I won't tell you how, but whichever way you guess, I'm willing to bet you don't get it exactly right. T. K. Sheils has rendered a tale in which the familiar nestles so close to the unknown it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. I was willing to allow for some adherence to the horror 'formula,' but every time we ventured into what appeared to be formulaic territory, the trail, much to my satisfaction, took an unexpected turn. With shades of Lovecraft, Barker-esque overtones, and imagery worthy of any of the current kings of the macabre, Butterfly House oozed its foreboding ambiance all over my attic office space and managed to creep me out. In the day time. Exactly what a horror novel ought to do. I look forward to reading more of Sheils' work."—D. McDougle

"Finally a haunted house story with a very original twist...Offers the normal bumps in the night, mysterious footprints, faces in the windows, and an assortment of visions. What makes Butterfly House intriguing is the concept behind the construction of the house and the people who used to live there. There isn't much more I can say without giving away the originality of the storyline. I cannot even say if the concepts uncovered in Butterfly House are real or not, maybe my reading/education experience is lacking and/or I just haven't come across the theories interwoven in Sheils' tale; either way my interest has been piqued. The writing is clear; the characters of Jack and Sabrina are two of the better well-rounded haunted-house characters I've come across in my readings lately. But the strongest element is still the concept behind the haunted house, a concept that makes you ask questions well after you've finished the book. This is a book that I highly recommend, especially for those who favor haunted house tales. If anyone is familiar with the concepts written within the pages of Butterfly House please contact me, I would sleep better knowing that they really are just fiction."—Chris Speakman, Goblin Muse

"This book gave me the creeps and I can honestly say that doesn't happen very often! The writing style is reminiscent of such stories as the Amityville Horror and I found myself wishing I had read this in the same way as I read that book—at night, by candlelight! The writing style is very fluent and enthralling. I didn't quite finish this in one sitting but that is only because I had an appointment to be somewhere. As it was, I was nearly late because I just had to read one more chapter...For once, even though I had a feeling I knew what the final 'answer' was going to be, there is no way the ending could ever be described a predictable. Butterfly House is a fine example of the horror genre. Riveting and extremely unnerving. Superb!"—Steve & Lesley Mazey, The Eternal Night

"Move over Stephen King, there's a new master of horror, and his name is T. K. Sheils. While this reviewer has enjoyed many of Sheils' novels, Butterfly House is the best yet, demonstrating amazing polish and imagination. Haunting, and unlike anything this reviewer has ever encountered, Butterfly House will mesmerize, fascinate, and horrify the reader. Crisp and atmospheric, it's easy to lose oneself in the depth and complexity of the novel."—Cindy Penn, Wordweaving

"5 Stars!...This book scared the **** out of me. In fact, I'm not entirely certain I'll be able to sleep tonight without leaving a light on. So from a horror perspective, it was certainly effective. But what made it so chilling was the perfectly reasoned and believable fantasy/science fiction (alternate theology?) rationale motivating the action. Studying the past, future, or even the present, to the exclusion of all else, is ultimately doomed to failure and frustration. The events of the book explore that concept to its logical and terrifying conclusion."—Jennifer Dunne, Scribes World

"5 Stars!...I actually finished this book a couple of months ago. I'd put aside doing the review because Butterfly House is a rare gem whose impact left me without words. Okay, if you like the horror genre, remember what you felt like the first time you read one of the classics? That, 'gee-whiz-how-cool, but don't you dare turn out the lights' kinda feeling? You do? That is Butterfly House. A scary book. Horror fiction so rarely scares me these days. I've missed it. Butterfly House puts the terror back in horror fiction. Not only that. It makes you think...makes you fantasize as well and that puts you in the very realm of the fiction writer. Sheils has blessed his readers with a rare gift and a rare book. Butterfly House, a classic!"—Buzzy's Books

"5 Stars!...I was held captive as I read this book of dark fantasy, and with each terrifying event that unfolded I found myself holding my breath and reading faster. Butterfly House was a roller-coaster ride of delicious thrills and horror. On a scale (1-5) I give it a glowing 5!"—Jewel Dartt, Midnight Scribe Reviews

"Seldom do I read a horror story that gives me nightmares as this one did! Highly recommended reading for real horror fans! Excellent! I look forward to reading this author in another book soon!"—Huntress Reviews

…She opened her eyes and saw the clear outline in the window.

The head.

No face, only the head, over-sized, framed with long blonde-white hair that shone eerily in the cold light.

As she watched, frozen in terror, the head seemed to grow, expanding until it filled half the window and the glimmers of reflected moonlight off the glass gave it a forehead and deep caverns of eyes.

Eyes that peered inward, into the room, into her heart, filling her with its chill.

“Nooo…” Sabrina mewled in terror.

And, slowly the head began to shrink. It drifted backward, floating, seeming to ignore the sloping contour of the ground outside. Its body was clad in a diaphanous white gown, through which the moonlight shone dimly, outlining the shrunken torso and the withered arms, the legs that propelled the body without, themselves, moving.

For a moment, a moonbeam caught the face, and Sabrina had a brief, but horribly clear, glimpse of its gray, puckered lips and the black hollows of its seemingly eyeless sockets.