A Story of Demons, Conspiracy and... Romance
Inter-dimensional horror tale with a tinge of romance... something for most.
Journalist John Duncan is given visions, which are a warning to the world to stop particle accelerator tests. A portal to another dimension could be opened, where Samael, the king of the demons, is being held. Johnny, along with fellow journalist Veronica Cahill, is unable to prevent the tests, held in the US, which destroy the Hoover Dam. He discovers Veronica is really CIA agent Erin Rodgers sent to intercept him and lead him to his death. Matters become worse with the discovery he is dealing with remote viewers; one of whom is hell-bent on the destruction of the USA.
Excerpt from Chapter 1:
There was a flash of light and a sound like the crack of a whip. Then, standing next to the Bell, was the dark figure of a woman with a face of wrinkled light grey skin and total black eyes. Her dark ragged clothes hung from her two metre tall frame. Lifeless, fair hair lay flat on the top of her skull and fell down the sides of her head onto her shoulders.
She opened a distorted mouth to show a set of sharp pointed teeth, then she leapt toward the men, but was restrained by the electro-magnetic field. Hitler and Himmler jumped back as the electro-magnets screamed with the extra strain put on them and Gunter, the youthful assistant, ran off into the darkness.
The demon closed her eyes and cackled then in a deep other-worldly voice, she said : " You're all going to die, and I will come for you!" Then she cackled again as she rose into the air.
Excerpt from Chapter 3:
He entered the Garden of Gethsemane, which sat at the side of the church behind a light grey metal fence. There was no-one about; the other tourists were still in the church.
Johnny strolled along the walkway and admired the gnarled olive trees as they sat in the dry copper-coloured soil between boulder-lined paths. He felt light headed, which he put down to tiredness and the strong Israeli beer he had drank the night before. The scent of fragrant flowers intensified as he closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
When he opened his eyes again the garden was in darkness. He jerked his head from one side to the other; the church had gone along with the metal fence. The garden looked different-gone were the block-lined paths, in fact all signs of managed horticulture had vanished.
"What's happened?" Johnny asked himself as anxiety gripped.
Under some trees several men lay sleeping dressed in old robes.
Excerpt from Chapter 7:
Johnny strode into the living room and switched on the light then froze. There was a band of red around the walls at head height with drips running down to the skirting board. The red wasn't paint, for lying on the rug by the fireplace was the body of a man.
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