(Listening to - The Rasmus - In The Shadows)
(So, I'd intended to post this yesterday, as "2 weeks to go!" sounds better than "13 days to go!" but I forgot. On the bright side, it's one day closer!)
Below is a new teaser from my book, A Reaper's Tale - The Undecided, which is due to be released in all major e-formats on May 17th by Lyrical Press. Either of those links will take you to my author page, which lists my books (one at the moment, another coming soon).
As with the previous teaser I posted, the italicised dialogue belongs to Amy, a soul that is bound to Mal, the main character. Only Mal and a select few can hear her.
Anyway, on to the excerpt! Hope you like it.
It was a long walk from the morgue to the address he’d been given, but Mal didn’t have a choice. No bus ran in the right direction, and if the man with the swords caught up while he was in the back of the police car, he could well have ended up with the blood of two more people on his hands. At least it’s not raining for once. As he arrived at the address, he noticed that the front door was ajar. He came to a halt by the gate and looked around for witnesses. His right arm began to tingle.
“Crap,” he muttered as he ran into the house.
“What is it?”
“My arm is tingling.” He looked around the unfurnished ground floor of the house. “That means someone nearby is about to die.” He paused for a second. “Or I’ve been sleeping on it funny.”
His fears were confirmed when he got to the top of the stairs and a low moan reached his ears. He stepped into a sparse bedroom to see a robed man propped against the wall, surrounded by a pool of blood. Mal bent and inspected the two large wounds in the man’s chest. His stomach lurched as he thought back to the two swords coming through his door. The flow of blood had slowed, and the man’s eyelids began to droop.
“Oh my God! Can’t you do something?”
Mal sat back on his heels. “Not until he’s dead.”
“It’ll be too late then!”
“It’s already too late, Amy. If I’d gotten here earlier, I might have been able to do something, but he’s lost too much blood.”
“And would you have helped then? Or just waited for him to die like you are now?”
He had no answer for Amy; not one that she'd like, anyway. A moment later the man’s eyes closed and his body went limp. Mal touched the man’s hand and the soul of the seer appeared by his side.
“Saw that coming.”
Mal raised an eyebrow. “I should bloody well hope so.”
There we go! Only a shorty, but I hope you liked it!
I'll be setting up a competition shortly, to coincide with the release of the book. More details to follow soon!