Thursday, May 28, 2015

Teaser from SA: The Calling

Here's just a bit of what I've been working on when I'm not on the far side of the Universe trying to finalize the second book in the Dremiks series.  This will be a historical and urban fantasy series. How can it be both?  You'll just have to wait and find out.

It was the same nightmare. Johanna recognized that fact even as her limbs twisted in sweat soaked sheets.  Small cries of distress slipped from her dry lips. Her eyes moved erratically behind closed lids. Being able to anticipate the unfolding horror didn’t make it any easier.

She saw Sam flinch. His dark eyes turned to her, as they always did, not understanding what was happening—not understanding why he held his guts in his hands. The room exploded in flame.  Sam was still screaming, but softer now, his brain and heart losing the battle for survival. The killer turned to her. He was laughing, had been laughing since they’d broken down his door.  The survivalist cabin reeked of blood and offal. A spark jumped from an overhead beam. It landed in the pale man’s hair, setting it alight.  His laugh rose in pitch.

She shot him, once, twice, three more times. His burning clothing swirled like a cape. He raised his arm, fell upon her and carried them both to the floor. Embers dropped from his arms as they descended in flaming arcs, stabbing her. When it had actually happened she’d only felt the first three punctures of the blade into her chest. In the nightmare she felt all twenty seven.

He stopped, leaned over and kissed her forehead. Lips like branding irons seared her skin. “Be seeing you, Nota.”

Then he was gone, the ceiling beam collapsed on Sam’s body, and she jerked awake, screaming.

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