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Prophetess – Sneak Peek. Chapter 0 (full chapter)
Chapter 0
Twelve Years Ago
“One,” Gains whispered. Inhale. Exhale. The muzzle of his Glock glinted six inches from his face. A bead of sweat dropped into his eye. He blinked it away, watching the wall opposite him as bullets from the intersecting corridor pelted the surface.
“Two.” Inhale. Exhale. The drone of the alarm blaring from every school speaker compressed his eardrums, almost as much as the concussion of the offending gun. He turned his head to the right and made eye contact with his partner, Agent Stevens. Gains flicked two fingers. His gray-haired partner nodded.
“Three.” Gains took two giant steps into the center of the hall, turned and extended his gun back to the corner where he had been standing.
Inch. He moved a little, revealing more of the hall beyond.
Inch. Gunfire. A bullet struck the fully exposed wall next to him…only feet away.
Inch. A little more.
Gunfire. Another bullet.
Inch. The alarm. The sweat.
Inch.
Gunfire.
A man in a silver and black mask crouched near the exit. Gains sighted him down.
Splashdown Blog Tour: Devil’s Hit List, by Frank Creed
This month, Devil’s Hit List, by Frank Creed released from my publisher. As part of the release celebration we are having a blog tour. This time around I get to host an excerpt!
EXCERPT OF DEVIL’S HIT LIST
Oh no, not again. I’d grappled to a helicopter before. Prayer on my lips, my body hit overdrive. Mindware took charge. Running out into the street, I shot a molecular bonding grapple at the nearest chopper’s belly, and set my winch to reeling.
I sprang up into the air.
On my way up, I shot my left-handed grapple near the top of the canopy.
The pilots had to be freaked. One couldn’t shoot at me without damaging his friend, and the other banked away from the ladies on the ground, wiggling the craft to shake me loose.
When I reached the helicopter, I released my first grapple and allowed the second to wind tight. Snug against the gunship, I gasped for breath against the rotor wash. With my right hand I drew a short sword from its scabbard in the lining of my duster. In a second I had carefully cut the hydraulic line. Fluid spurted across the windscreen like mechanical blood, the bird began to spin, and—the next step required the faith of a prophet—I released from the chopper.
The Terror of the Second Tower Ride
Introduction
In just a few weeks, my second novel Prophetess will be released. In light of that, I thought I’d run a guest spot written by my friend and lead editor on Prophetess, Kat Heckenbach. Kat recently released her second novel Seeking Unseen, and here she gives a little insight into the terror a writer faces when it’s time for that second novel to go forth.
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The glowing butterfly…
My friend and editor, Kat Heckenbach, recently released her second novel, Seeking Unseen. My lovely wife did the cover for this book, and it has a very unusual feature…a bright glowing butterfly.
So here to set the record straight about this weird insect, Kat has agreed to post an excerpt from her novel in which the glowing butterfly makes an appearance. I hope you enjoy it. And after you read it, go buy both her books and be sure to visit her website.
They continued weaving through trees, cutting across clearings, and ducking under branches until
the trees opened up to gravelly terrain.
In the distance, thunder cracked, and almost instantly a light mist of rain began to fall.
“This way.” Doran turned to his right, where the ground inclined. He turned again, left, and a
rocky hill with a large, black opening appeared before them.
Guest Post: Juggling on a Tightrope Over a Pit of Angry Sharks
Guest post by Diane M. Graham
So, I’m walking along in life, minding my own business and all of a sudden, I have to be social beyond the unit of people I call family. The Unit knows my flaws. They know my fears. They even know my hands and feet are relatively normal. It’s my fingers and toes that are freakishly short. I even feel comfortable enough around the Unit to clip the nails on my freakishly short toes. But what about YOU…the “world” in which I am suppose to socialize with?
You all scare the tar out of me.
