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Instead, of respect, Laurie tells the woman that she is a lost soul, feeding off the back of humanity.
What Laurie doesn’t know is that this particular homeless woman is not simply an unfortunate, down on her luck member of society.
She is a powerful, ancient God, as old as time itself. A God who has been escorting mankind to the Land of the Dead for an eternity. Soon, Laurie finds herself lost in this timeless, corrupt land.
Boone is a man who desires nothing more than to be known as ordinary. He does not like attention from others and detests physical touch. Boone lives a life of contentment, until the day that he discovers his new gift. It is a gift that Boone has not sought, and one that he does not want, for he suddenly has acquired the gift to find things that have been lost.
Amid his struggle to comprehend where his gift has come from, and why it has selected him, Boone’s best friend, the only person he trusts, Sly, comes to him with a request.
Sly asks him find Laurie.
The Land of the Dead is a poisoned land. It is a land filled with angry and vengeful Gods who protect the Hall of Truth from those who have not yet been judged for their sinful existences.
Sly will stop at nothing to find his lost love, Laurie.
Can Laurie be saved before she is judged in the Hall of Truth?
Boone and Sly will need to survive the dangers of a lost world to save her.
They will need to overcome a wasted land, and the evil that desires their death, to Find(h)er.
Excerpt:
“Laurie, you don’t want to go out there in the dark. It ain’t safe, it ain’t.” He limped across the room and stood behind her in the doorway. “The dead ain’t all you have to fear out there at night, no it’s not.”
She stepped to the end of the alley. There was precious little daylight left. The dirt road outside the door connected to another dirt road that ran to her left and right. More of the small wood, shack-like structures were on either side of the new road. A door in the shack across the street opened, and a man stepped out. Inside of the room behind him, a candle burned. He smelled the air, rose on his tiptoes, and then jerked his head in her direction.
“Hello, mister? Can you help me? I’m trying to get out of here and back to LeMay Street.”
The man across the road from her stood still. He stared at her and sniffed the air again.
“Can you help me?”
He stepped forward, never taking his eyes from her. He sniffed again.
Laurie didn’t like the way he watched her, and she didn’t like that he wasn’t responding to her.
She stepped back. “Mister?”
His arms began shaking against his sides. They trembled as though he couldn’t control them. He moved his mouth as though he would say something. Instead, a low growl came from deep in his chest. He launched himself out of his doorway and ran straight at her.
“Hey, wait a minute. This isn’t funny. What are you doing?”
Laurie began moving backward, stumbling over a root sticking out of the ground.
The man was sprinting at her as though he were running for his life. He was close enough that Laurie could see red around the pupils of his eyes. They were so bright they almost glowed. She turned and ran. Dandie stood ahead of her by his doorway. He raised something large and dark to his chest.
“Lay down for pilgrims’ sake! Lay down now!”
Laurie looked over her shoulder. The man was feet away and reaching for her.
Dandie pointed at his feet. “Get down!”
She threw herself into the dirt in front of him. As she fell onto the dirt road, something zipped past her head. She could feel a slight breeze shuffle her hair in its passing.
Behind her, she could hear a thud followed by a groan. She twisted onto her back and stared up at Dandie. He lowered the large object to his side. It looked like a bow of some sort. She sat up and looked for the man who had chased her. He lay crumpled at her feet, unmoving. A large spear protruded from his chest.
“I thought you was done, I did, jeezum.”
Laurie scrambled back from the man until she bumped into Dandie’s feet. He continued to lie still on the road.
“Is he?”
Dandie set the bow in his doorway. “Dead?”
She nodded.
“Yes, he is, but don’t fret. The sickness woulda killed him, anyway.”
He moved to the corpse and began pulling him out onto the main road near his open doorway.
“Now you’re gonna see the dead walk to the hills. He’ll be moving along tonight.”Amazon
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