Title: The Continuing
Journeys of a Different Necromancer
Author: James J.
Crofoot
Genre: Fantasy
Thomas now views his magic as less than good, but he must
raise one more army. This one not of his creation though. For the first time he
learns fear of the undead. More than ever, he longs to see the waters of the
great sea to the west. Will he find peace there? Will Christina and he find a
home with the people of the shores? Maybe. But, maybe he'll have to fight magic
darker than his own to keep his new home.
Maybe he'll have to fight magic so dark that even a half
demon witch fears it and must help.
Author Bio
James J has travelled on sea and land, managing to get two
degrees and has attended Gotham Writing Workshop. Through it all writing
remained his first love. Now he is publishing his work for your enjoyment. 'The
Continuing Journeys of a Different Necromancer' is the sequel to 'The Journeys
of a Different Necromancer', both available at MuseItUp publishing, Amazon,
Barnes & Noble and Smashswords. He has also appeared in Silverblade
Magazine. For notice of further publications, you can find him at
www.crofootwrites.com
Links
Web site http://www.crofootwrites.com/
Book
Excerpts
A dozen tiny hands grabbed her by the hair and jerked her
off the seat and across the giving sand. He dove for her feet, but only his
fingertips touched her. Scrambling to his feet he chased her into the dark, but
his name, coming to him in screams, faded quickly into the distance. He fell to
all fours crying out her name in breathless sobs.
* * * *
The sun shone bright in the clear, blue, noonday sky. The
surf broke on the yellow-brown sand of the beach. He felt as if he had just
awakened from a long, deep sleep. Only a
dream, only a dream.'He sat up and wrapped his knees to his chest with his
arms.
A low moan came from behind him and made him turn.
There, held with arms outstretched by tiny, grey-skinned
hands against the rocks of the cliffside, was Christina. Jagged metal fishing
barbs protruded from every inch of her naked body, with strings dangling from
them. A small pudgy grey-skinned thing sat on her head holding two strings
attached to barbs pulling her eyelids open so he could see the pain-filled
pleading.
Another little pudgy creature's head emerged from the rocks
beside her, and giggled a high-pitched laugh that reminded him of an insane
child. With one of its small hands, it grabbed a string and pulled down.
His Chris opened her mouth to scream, but another of the
hands formed into a fist and punched it down her throat. Tears rolled down her
cheeks and sobs racked her body.
He tried to run to her, but couldn't move. Looking down, he
saw the same hands latched onto his clothes, he felt them stretching his mouth
and pulling his hair. With that same insane giggling, they pulled him back and
out over the water. Further and further out, until the land became a haze on
the edge of his vision. Shadows swam below him, just under the surface, waiting
for the hands to drop him into their deep terrifying home. One of them looked
around to put its white-eyed face in his. With its razor sharp teeth, it bit
savagely into his nose. He screamed and they let him fall. For an impossibly
long time the water grew closer. He screamed more as the shadows below gathered
for his plunge into what he somehow knew to be an icy death.
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