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Rereleased Now!
I am pleased to announce the rerelease of my novel, Something Wicked, published through Gabriel’s Horn Press. Something Wicked (previously titled Messiah) is be available in ebook on Amazon (for sale or through Kindle Unlimited) and trade paperback formats available online. Below is the new cover art. I have also included a tiny excerpt and synopsis. I hope this will give you enough of a taste to want more–an appetizer into the worlds of horror I create.
Tony stayed motionless. He waited. His legs ached. He waited. Finally, Kahir turned to him. That was his permission to approach his beloved leader. “You wanted to see me, sir?” he asked, keeping his eyes down. His words were whispers of respect and reverence.
“Please, look at me,” Kahir said, his arms tucked into the wide sleeves of his robe and his hood still up.
Tony obeyed and lifted his gaze to a man he freely and willingly called father. This was a man who understood him, cared for him, kept him safe, unlike his real father, who was more interested in business and money than his own flesh and blood. Tony would do anything for Kahir—Kahir was his world.
“I have been watching you, my son.”
“Me?” Tony said, thrilled by Kahir’s personal attention.
“Don’t sound so surprised. You are very important to me. Despite your capture by those who seek to destroy me, you returned. Others would not have accomplished that, but you are special. You are one of my chosen.”
“Thank you, sir.” Tony beamed with a new vitality of joy.
But that joy surrendered to shock when Kahir moaned and dropped to one knee.
“Master,” Tony yelled, grabbing his robed arm.
“Fighting our enemies has taken much from me.”
“My father,” the boy said with anger and hatred.
“And his allies.” Kahir placed his hand on the young disciple’s shoulder to steady himself.
Tony choked down a gasp. The fingers touching him were thin and wrinkled. The bones seemed to be tearing through the withered skin. “You need rest,” he said, aiding Kahir to stand.
“Rest would mean my destruction—our destruction. I require your assistance.”
“I’ll do whatever you ask. Let me help you.”
“I knew you to be worthy.” Kahir held Tony’s head in both hands. His dried palms felt rough on Tony’s cheeks and suddenly became hot. Blue sparks ran across Kahir’s fingertips and penetrated the boy’s temples.
Tony’s whole body shook. “It hurts,” he said, his voice just above a whimper.
“Your pain will be brief, my son.”
Blue bolts shot out of Tony’s eye sockets—the soft tissue within boiled away in seconds. The massive discharge intensified, pouring out from his nostrils and mouth. Kahir absorbed the energy the same way it left Tony. The two were linked in the flow of life force.
Kahir bathed in the raw, untainted essence, relieving the many days of struggle and agony. The meager amounts he reaped during each harvest ritual kept the hunger at bay, but this feast filled him with what he had truly craved. He released his hold on Tony Bane.
The desiccated corpse fell. One brittle arm snapped off on impact. Thin plumes of dark smoke smoldered from the empty eye sockets and open mouth of the now skeletal face.
Kahir flexed his fingers. His strong hands had returned. His body surged with the boundless energy of youth, rejuvenating every fiber of his being.
Terror strikes one autumn night when Jack Railey’s young daughter, Sarah, doesn’t return home. Was it kidnapping? Brainwashing? Or worse? Jack is thrust into a nightmare of betrayal, fear, and death when he learns she has joined a cult. Its leader, Kahir, is a man some call kind, others call evil. Some say he protects children. Others say he destroys them. Something wicked is lurking.
Jack is asked to join a small band of parents led by Anthony Bane, all united in their fight to free their children from Kahir’s clutches. Agreeing to meet with these strangers for his wife’s sake and his own curiosity, Jack soon finds they have secrets of their own—secrets that lead to dangerous consequences. Something wicked is stirring.
After seeing things thought impossible, Jack finally understands that Kahir possesses powers both terrifying and deadly. Anyone opposing him would meet a grim fate—a fate pulled from their deepest fears. Something wicked is unleashed.
If Jack Railey wants his daughter back, he’ll have to fight a battle unlike any other he has ever fought before. To survive, he must release his own power, he must face his dark side, and he must learn the secrets of his enemy. Something wicked is coming.
