we are vulnerable. It feeds freely on our unguarded souls. To ignore its existence is to invite its attention.
Proof of its presence is measured by the degree of hairs raised on your body. I write about the darkness. It
visits my dreams. These books I have written contain that darkness. From Darkness and Soul of the
Dragon, happy reading.
retreating into darkness, never fully of our world. Only in our
dreams and darkest corners of our existence does it approach
boldly. We glance nervously into the dark pockets of the
hallway after extinguishing the lights, the glow of the bedroom
lamp the only beacon at the end of it. What could possibly reach
out from the darkness to get us? Our imaginations and
nightmares know. Do you?
From Darkness is a story of evil commanding an entrance into
this world. A young woman's battle to stop it-her sister, its
target. From a small dark hole in a wall behind a washer in a
basement, the nightmare emerges. A nightmare that visited this
basement before and the people who live on Orca Island. An
evil deified and forgotten, returning once again from darkness
to devour the light.
EXCERPT
The real estate agent headed down the creaking stairs, aided
with the light pouring in from the open stairway door. Tina
hesitated, watching Mike go out the back porch door and down
the outside steps and around the corner of the house and out of
sight. She could barely see the realtor's back, as his footsteps
kept descending. The smell of earth was strong in the stairway,
as Tina cautiously followed him down.
"Here's the problem. There's a few bulbs burnt out," the
realtor said as he tapped the offending bulbs one by one, where
they hung from the ceiling.
It was an unfinished basement and very deep. She guessed
fourteen feet from floor to rafters. Cobwebs and spider webs
hugged the wooden framed ceiling as she passed their level on
the stairs. She never had liked unfinished basements, they
reminded her of an open grave, big enough to bury a house and
the people in it.
"Stop it," Tina thought.
It was vast and empty, echoing with their gritty footsteps. Like
a tomb not meant to be disturbed.
"Shit! Stop it!" Tina reminded her thoughts.
A beam of light followed the stair steps down with Mike's
footsteps behind it.
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The tales of nightmares and frightening realms of reality only a turn
of the page away. The fiction of horror, a place our imaginations go
so eagerly, filling our minds with alternative ways of thinking and
feeling. Training for bigger truths to come?
Soul of the Dragon, a story of innocence and evil, puts us inside a
killer's skin as hostage witness to violent acts of murder. Revealing
that this killer never acts alone. Beyond deaths door the dragon
waits for any opening into our world. Needing only a moment's
hesitation at a point just past ones death, when a being is unwilling to
let go of human bonds. The dragon's doorway into our world of the
living. Only the innocent thoughts of a young boy can send it back.
But not before its wrath is wrought.
EXCERPT
He stood still upon the moonlit landscape. The images were that of
a sagebrush desert. The air bringing it higher in mind to a mountain
elevation. The stars agreeing with their closeness. The full moon,
the only heavenly body keeping its distance in the frigid air. His
cowboy boots gave their pleasing, gritty asphalt sounds as he turned
without lifting a foot. It was his road. His night sky. He filled up the
world as far as night eyes could see. The goose bumps on his sleeve
covered arms, were as much from the nights temperature as it was
from waiting for the two girls, he picked up on the highway sixty
miles back, to come out of the women's room at this roadside rest.
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