My new book, Quest of the Dreamwalker is now available as an ebook preorder on Amazon.
So to give you a little taste of what’s between the pages, I wanted to share this excerpt.
When she opened her eyes, Father stood before her. Reith Carter’s death had restored the old man’s power. His face was fleshed out, his hands smooth, his height restored. And there was a dangerous gleam in his eye.
“What mischief have you done, girl?”
She shrank back in the chair, the book sliding from her lap as he leaned down with a cruel smile. She didn’t need her gift to tell her Father was not himself. Sometimes the ritual did this. He would become another man for a time, often a violent one. And at such times, she feared him with good reason.
“What have I done?” she protested, stalling for time as her heart pounded like the wings of a bird against the cage of her ribs.
“Do you deny consorting with prisoners?”
She knew the question was a trap. Neither a confession nor a simple lie would placate him, and she froze.
“Well? Answer me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You can do better than that. C’mon, lie to me,” he hissed. With a flick of his finger a whip of flame lashed her arm, raising a blistered welt and making her cry out in shock.
“In the dining room, I heard a voice,” she whispered, hoping to placate him with truth. “I was curious. You saw me. But I left when you told me to.” Tears dripped from her lashes. His nearness was suffocating.
“That wasn’t hard,” he said, drawing back. “Was it?”
She shook her head slightly, not trusting his sudden ease.
“It was the red-haired one, wasn’t it?” he said as if refreshing his memory, though she doubted he needed to. “A strong man, indeed. I’ll enjoy killing him.” Her father gripped the arms of the chair, trapping Cara in her seat. “But I think you’ve neglected a part of the story.” Little angry curls of smoke rose from the fabric beneath his hands to dance between them.
“There’s nothing more to tell,” she said weakly.
He slapped her cheek and gripped her chin with hot fingers, forcing her to meet his glare. His breath was foul.
“No?” he asked. “Then who is Mason Khoury?”
“Mason Khoury?” She feigned ignorance, her mind scrambling for a way out.
“Yes. The last thing in that little thief’s mind was you saying that name.”
Cara couldn’t breathe. This was impossible. “But how?”
“The ritual. You didn’t suspect?”
She shook her head, speechless with shock.
“There are no secrets in my Keep. Whether you tell me now or during the ritual, eventually I will find this Mason Khoury.” His finger traced the track of a wayward tear down her cheek, and his hand came to rest threateningly on her throat. “You know Carter was not a very nice man. He killed his wife, among others.”
Was that who her father was now? Reith Carter, wife murderer. She wondered about all the men he had feasted on. How many had been like Archer and how many like Reith? Cara thought of Khoury’s strength and forced a calm she didn’t feel as she looked Father right in the eye. “I honestly don’t remember saying anything to him.”
He stared in surprise. Then his face contorted with rage. “How dare you.”
Cara tried not to flinch.
“Have it your way. In two days, I will drain this Northerner while you watch. And believe me, I will make him suffer. Then, it will be your turn and I will discover the truth.”
He stood up and went to the door but paused to turn and look at her. “Do not become attached to creatures whose only purpose is to serve me, girl. You’ll end up regretting it.” Father murmured a few words, waved his hand and the fire in the hearth went out. With a swish of ebony robes and the hard slam of the door, he disappeared.
Like what you’re reading? Quest of the Dreamwalker is available for preorder now at a reduced price on Amazon. Trade paperbacks and ebooks will release on October 8th.