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Saturday, March 26, 2011

Cloak of Shadows - Nature of Magic Blogfest



I don't really believe in rabbits in hats and coins that disappear, but I do believe there are things out there that can't be explained away with science and facts.  


That's why when Tessa announced The Nature of Magic Blogfest, I thought I'd enter something I have been tinkering with on the side. Its a story that just seems to simmer in the back of my mind refusing to go away.

Its a kind of magic. Its supernatural, actually...




Cloak of Shadows

The demon, Eligos, astride his specter-steed galloped in silence unseen by the men staggering along the filthy alley. No one heard the skeletal hooves. No one but Seth. He saw and fear vaulted his heart in his chest.
Up ahead, the dark form slid along the chipped brick wall. The sound whispered through Seth’s mind like an old dry snake; urgent and angry, it made the hairs on his neck spike. He picked up his pace no longer worried about being sensed. The edges of silhouetted wings sparked with purple light as the silence billowed out in front of the demon.
Seth broke into a run to keep up ignoring the pain in his knees. His long coat whipped as he flit through the night at incredible speed. His black hair fell into his eyes. He had to know where it was going. Why Eligos would dare to break into this realm.
The discoverer of hidden things, the demon could see the end of battles. But Seth knew no kings that reigned here. No knights spilled blood on this ground. The demon’s presence, out of time and place, made no sense. Seth had encountered Eligos only once before, a decade ago, when his marks were still new.
The specter slowed and Seth’s stomach dropped as he closed the distance. Dark flowed out from Eligos like a black cloud blotting out the street lights and the stars. Silence and terrible cold bled from the demon’s form and Seth, sensing that it would be soon, peeled the coat from his body even as he began to shiver. Cringing at the sound of the material brushing against itself, Seth kept his eyes on Eligos. It seemed to be waiting, almost trembling with anticipation.
Silencing his breaths, Seth chanced a closer look and then he heard them; the footsteps, light and quick, a woman crossing the mouth of the alley.  He strained to see through the haze that shrouded Eligos. Craning his neck, he spotted her. A woman, maybe late-twenties, her pale face tilted down as she dug in her purse.
A shuddering screech tore out of the demon and he swooped along the black asphalt, the whirling wind that followed after him whipping the trash and dirt into the air. Seth sprang after him, the prayers leaving his lips in fevered whispers. He leaped toward the woman, knowing the light that shone from the moon would slow the demon. Reaching for her, his palms and wrists already alight with the glowing script etched into his skin.
The demon howled, whirled away, and doubled back in a wave of sickening cold and heaviness. The woman screamed in his arms, but Seth held her fast. His arms burned with the light, his mind racing against the encroaching confusion. Eligos, spurned by the light, tore left at the last second and flew overhead, churning in a pulsing streak above their heads.
“Run!” Seth yelled and pushed the woman out in front of him back down the alley. “Don’t look back.”
Her dark eyes, terrified and filled with tears, stared at him with shock. Her body shook. “What is it…what is it?”
Seth shoved her again. “Go!”
Eligos’ shriek echoed over them, reverberating down the alley. The woman screamed and ran in the wrong direction. Seth reached out, his hands digging into the freezing mist of Eligos, and held on, whispering frantically the entire time. The demon screamed in pain. It lashed and whipped at Seth, foul stench and terrifying howls exploded around him. The script along his chest, written on his hands and wrists, pulsed with white light and Seth saw the demon grimace in pain.
Eligos turned on him, whirling on the ghostly steed. Time slowed and Seth saw the stringy white hair of the demon floating out as if under water. He felt his own body leave the ground and grit his teeth, his words coming out in grunts. They hit Eligos as pulses of light pushing the demon back.
Voice seething with hatred, Eligos hissed. “She will be ours. And then you will all be lost.”
Seth, engulfed in the dark cloud of cold, shuddered and twisted away from the demon. Howls, pierced through him and then a hand was on his shoulder. Eyes snapping to his right, he saw the woman, her pale face blurred by the mist. She shouted something to him.
He lost his grip and Eligos whipped out of his hands, the dark following after it as the demon wailed along the alley and was gone. Seth fell to the asphalt, his breath ragged.
She ran to him, her eyes wide. Her gaze went to the ink on his pale arms. Back to black it looked like the dark scrawls of a quill.  He pulled his long sleeves down quickly and struggled to his feet.
        “What…who are you?” she gasped.





That's it for my entry. Please stop by and read the other fascinating excerpts at Tessa's Blurb.

Until next time...go write!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Join In The Fun - Upcoming Blogfests

With March winding down, there are a few blogfests coming up this last week. I wanted to highlight a few that are both fun and challenging.



We start with the Paint It Purple Blogfest over at Hold On To Your Bloomers! Erin is actually encouraging outrageously purple prose in the entries. Should be a hoot to read. And if you're game...there's still time to sign up. The blogfest begins on 3/25/2011.



Hosted by Tessa Conte and Laura B. Diamond, The Nature of Magic blogfest goes live on 3/26/2011. Still open to participants I'm all atwitter over what people will post.




Who doesn't love a Harry Potter blofest? Micahael Di Gesu over at In Time... is hosting one such event on 3/30/2011. Excerpts on who would be your mates sounds like a really fun fest.  Mr. Linky is still accepting blogs to participate.




Vicki Rocho is hosting a Memory Lane blogfest to commemorate the 1 year anniversary of her blog, Rambles & Randomness.  It begins on the weekend of 4/2.  There's still time to sign up.




And who can forget the eagerly anticipated A-Z Blogging Challenge conceived by Arlee Bird? He has several co-hosts this year and the participation has skyrocketed to over 200 bloggers. A great way to meet writers and poets and artists from across the ether, the blogfest goes on for the entire month of April.


I hope to see all of you and read your work in one of these blogfests.  Until next time...Go Write!

Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Peculiar Glint Of Light On Metal

The Death Scene Blogfest is in full swing over at Tessa's Blurb and some of the entries are downright chilling!  You guys are amazing!

This excerpt is from a thriller/suspense novel I wrote a few years ago called, The Shadow Effect.  August and Eliseo work for a company called Intelli-Trace, as bounty hunters for stolen technology. 

Turrel is an information broker that stole an interrogation formula. Justin is his partner who betrayed and murdered him.  Pt7 is the name of the formula that rips the memories from one person, allowing them to be seen by another.  Justin is taking bids from terrorists and drug cartels.

August retrieved a vial from Justin's hideout and decided to see if he could use Turrel's memories to track Justin...it was a trap.



The Shadow Effect
Intelli-Trace Contagion Lab

The Pt7 pulsed cold pain up the vein in August’s arm. He pulled back reflexively and looked at Eliseo who watched him warily.

“August?” Eliseo asked.

August’s squeezed his eyes shut; his face pulled into a grimace.

Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea…

August’s body bucked violently from a blow to his jaw. His head snapped viscously to the left sending flashes of pain throughout his mind. He opened his eyes and saw that he was in the abandoned warehouse where they’d found Turrel’s body. August ran his tongue over the jagged split in his lip and tasted the saltiness of blood. His entire body ached; his gut, back and torso throbbed with pain.

August tried to move but realized he was bound to a chair with duct tape immobilizing his arms and feet. Another blow, this time to his stomach, forced all the air out of his lungs, and he doubled over in pain and struggled for breath.

Someone off to his right spoke. The voice sounded out of breath but familiar. August craned his head to the right with great difficulty. Through the haze of pain, August’s looked through Turrel’s eyes, back in time, and focused on Justin’s sweating face.

“It worked,” August gasped. “It worked.”

His eyes, wide open, weren't looking at Eliseo. He wasn’t in the Contagion Lab anymore. Eliseo's voice echoed from far off.

“I see the warehouse,” August’s said. He tried to focus on Eliseo’s voice, but it faded farther away from him as he slipped deeper into the memory.

“I do hope you eventually get to experience what our friend Turrel is going through,” Justin sneered. “My only regret is that I can’t be there when you finally feel this pain.” He swung again, the blow sending shards of pain through August's ribs. “That is for the one you gave me in Venezuela,” Justin said.

August could barely make out Justin’s face. Turrel hadn’t had the strength to hold his head up for very long, and so August’s view was limited to what Turrel had seen with his head hanging low against his chest.

“I want you to see someone,” Justin said. August felt his hair being yanked back, and Justin turned his head to face a mirror. In it, August could see Turrel’s face, confused and in pain, looking back at him. August moaned, his mind cranking, trying to process his thoughts separate from the memory.

August twisted, trying to get out of the chair, but Turrel’s body didn’t react to his movements. A surreal claustrophobic sensation gripped August. He tried to concentrate on looking at Justin, but Turrel had kept his gaze to the right and behind Justin. August clenched his teeth as another blow slammed into his gut.

“And that one is for screwing up my plans in Peru,” Justin said and spat.

Turrel’s emotions kept surfacing in August’s consciousness. Fear and anger mingled with August’s own. Again August tried to look at Justin, but Turrel had kept his gaze from Justin’s face. He had been concentrating on the wall behind Justin as if trying to mentally escape the onslaught his body was suffering. August cried out when one of Turrel’s fingers was broken. The pain was excruciating, boring its way into August’s mind.

Justin jumped at him, wrapping his hands around his throat. August’s lungs screamed for air. August felt the panic that had ripped through Turrel’s mind. August felt the world start to slip, go black. Suddenly Justin let go. August coughed, gasping for breath.

Turrel looked away from Justin again and August felt the panic give way to something else, a quickening in his stomach almost like surprise. August forced himself to concentrate on what Turrel saw. August took in a makeshift office with a desk and papers or drawings tacked to the wall. August saw the other men in the room—Victor and others he had seen at the Venezuelan mines. They were laughing and shouting. He could make out some of the laboratory equipment as well as a uniform of some sort that lay draped over a chair at the far end of the room. Something tickled at August’s consciousness, but he lost it when Justin pulled out an old-time straight razor.

They'd found Turrel with his throat slit.

Justin held the razor in front of him, wiggling it gleefully. “You be a good messenger now Turrel,” Justin said. He raised his arm, swinging the razor in an arc.

August shouted, his eye registering the peculiar glint of light on metal, before the razor slashed down. His body bucked against the chair back

The most incredible cold shot through him taking his breath away.

“August!” Eliseo yelled and raised the fire extinguisher again.

August thrashed out of the chair gasping with surprise. His shivered with shocking cold. Hands trembling violently, August moaned. He rolled onto his side, grabbing at his throat. He half expected to see his hands dripping with blood. Shaking with residual adrenaline and fear, August grasped his head with his hands trying to contain the throbbing.

“Am I back?” August asked hoarsely and staggered against the counter.

Eliseo stared at him with wide eyed shock. “Are you okay?”

“Eli,” August forced a smile. “I think you just saved my life.”

Eliseo swore under his breath and threw the extinguisher on the floor at their feet. “I thought you were dying, you idiot,” he shouted. “What happened?”



Okay, so techinically someone else died before the scene...and August just relived it...but that's what I got, people.  Take a peek at the other great entries over at Tessa's Blurb.

See you guys on Wednesday...until then, Go Write!

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