Friday, October 28, 2016
“The Possession of Nattie Filmore” is available for a free download here, from today (October 28) through Samhain on October 31.
This is a short story, part of my Jain Lazarus Adventures. For those of you familiar with the series, this story may not be new to you (although it’s been cleaned up and tweaked a little). For new readers, it gives you a taste of Jain and Wyatt.
In the chronology of the Adventures, it comes after HEX BREAKER, but before OLD-FASHIONED DETECTIVE WORK.
The story is available in PDF format. It will take two clicks to get it: one to the page on my website, and one click on that page to actually download it.
Also included at the end of the story are excerpts from some of my other work, with relevant links, and a coupon for a free download of the Yuletide comedy/mystery/fantasy “Just Jump in and Fly” under the Ava Dunne name. “Just Jump in and Fly” is only available with the coupon for free download until November 2.
Excerpt from “The Possession of Nattie Filmore”:
The man crawled forward on his hands and knees through the fallen leaves. The dry twigs scratched through the wool pant legs. He felt blood trickle and the sharp sensation of dirt and rock scraped against open skin. The sound of the cracked, dry foliage reminded him of malicious laughter. He couldn’t understand the pain. It seared through his body, making it impossible for him to do anything other than crawl. He was cold, far too cold for a sunny autumn day. It felt like icy liquid injected into his veins, freezing him from the inside out. He’d swerved the car when the boy stepped into the road. He was sure he didn’t hit the boy. He hadn’t hit a tree. The car simply rolled to a stop. And the pain began.
He needed help. He lost his cell phone somewhere in the bracken. There was a house only a few hundred feet in front of him. He could get help. Surely someone would see the car and find him, before . . .
He looked up, in spite of the pain. The boy was in front of him, the boy who’d stepped into the road. He was small and slight for his age, which was maybe eight, and wore jeans and a faded yellow and gray plaid shirt. His feet were bare. But it was his eyes that astonished anyone who looked into them. They were dark, too large for his face, and without iris. The man looked into those eyes, reached out a hand and everything went black.
Click here to get the download page.
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