It's here...It's here...my new ebook, Wickedness. Immortality has never been so dangerous, crazy, complicated and well...so much unexpected fun. Check it out at Barnes and Noble.
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It's a story about immortality, ancient gods, a great cup of coffee and what any of us would do if faced with the chance to make a difference... Enjoy this sample...
Eyes of the night
The man jumped up, stumbling backwards as he reached for the knife strapped to his back. His eyes bounced through the shadows of the alley, trying to find the origin of the voice that just plucked at his soul.
The chill in his spine was back, and something he hadn’t felt in many years...fear.
He tried to say something when a cold breeze racked across his back. Then it swept in front of him. His eyes latching onto an image of darkness that looked back at him through burning, red orbs.
Suddenly, he realized that he was getting colder...that he was wet. He reached up to his chest and felt a dampness welling up over his shirt.
He raised his hand up to look at it in the light caste by the distant lamp post back on the street.
His eyes filled with horror when he saw his own blood dripping from his palm. The woman at his feet...the intended victim for the night began to stir, but he didn’t pay any attention to her. His eyes were now locked on the red eyed shadow that hung from the alleyway wall 10 feet above him.
The red eyes didn’t blink, didn’t move, didn’t show any sense of emotion. The man thought to run, was prepared to run, then the round red orbs became slits. The man’s insides began to twist up into a knot.
“I’m a hunter,” he told himself. “I own the night. Everything I see. Everything I smell. Everything I taste, is mine. This is my world.
“Do you hear that…this is my world,” the man now shouted out across the darkness as he calmed himself and felt his courage returning. “This helpless meat is mine.”
Concentrating on the red eyes that stared down at him, the man didn’t notice the movement behind him.
“Who said I was helpless,” the woman spit at the Beast as she struggled back to her feet.
The man turned and smirked as he faced the woman, with a look that she held no value in his eyes.
The woman saw the disdain and reacted instantly…sending her foot deep into the man’s crotch.
Whomp.
The women sent her foot back up again a second time, not stopping until the Beast could do nothing but fall to his knees, but he didn’t stay there long.
