Sometimes in life, things assail people that catch them completely off guard. This year has seen some of these road blocks in this writer’s life. Reality is a rough place to reside when you face the ugly side of our existence on earth.
I wish I could tell you the answer for me was to escape into writing. But dealing with health issues and denial of your own mortality overrode my creative nature. Sorry, but that’s truth. Does that make me weak? I do not have the answer to that one. Today I opened my story file to work on the tale of a witch with PTSD in love with an empath kidnapped by a narcissistic demon. The contents could mirror my mental state at this point.
The good news is I am closing in on the end of the story, and I am sure of one thing. Life goes on. I will survive. I will not make promises. Everyone has the promise to offer, so I will not compete. Instead, I will seek the creativity to heal my battered soul. The story will end when it is time.
For those of you who have patiently waited, here is an excerpt of my latest work in progress, Beyond The Veil. Thank you for your continued support.
Rockets whistled overhead. Gunfire erupted all around Logan’s unit. He blinked away the vision of Luke’s lifeless body lying in a pool of blood. “Gotta stay here. Gotta focus. Just a vision. Nothing more.” Logan raked fingers through his hair. Snarling at the noise, he crouched low. The feel of his mind slipping from reality made his breath come in quick pants. Gas fumes and burning rubber assailed his senses. “Gotta get out of here.” Logan closed his eyes and covered his head with his fists.
The sound of a chopper sitting down reminded him he had to evacuate. Sweat popped out as he took a couple of steps toward the door. There was not the time for the sense of dread, which enveloped him. Still, the image of another person standing behind Luke frazzled his nerves. Logan cursed low under his breath. The sense of De Ja Vu whirled in his head. He stumbled before clutching the doorframe.
He had struggled with the image ever since he returned from the ‘sandbox’. Figuring it was a figment of a battle weary brain or some psychotic meltdown did not stop Luke’s form from popping up at the worst times, like now. He could not see ghosts now – not now. Shaking out the kinks, Logan forced one foot in front of the other. “Stay in the present,” he murmured. Willing away the thoughts, Logan forced his brain to think of Aubrie. She was safe and out of harm’s way. The crystals he had given Gus to use would keep Aubrie safe until he could stop this disaster from happening. Her alter ego; Valcura was going to be pissed. Logan grinned at the image of her flying off the handle and gathering a head of steam to dump on his ass when he returned. A quick prick of guilt reminded him of the trick he had used to keep her out of the action. So what if she was pissed at him for holding her hostage until he could eliminate Absol and his band of merry warriors. The eye roll brought back the headache. Tension gripped his neck.
“Time to rock and roll, bro.”
Logan wiped away the dirt. The voice reminded him of Luke. Searching behind him, he confronted his buddy standing much as he had the day they’d left for Afghanistan. Luke, the boy from back home, the quarterback and hero, stretched to his entire six foot two frame and grinned for Logan. Gathering his wits, the former Navy SEAL shook away the memory. “Gotta focus. Can’t go in halfcocked.”
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This excerpt from Beyond The Veil, book 1 of Shadow Company is copyrighted material and the property of Catherine Wolffe, author.