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| “May God have mercy on your soul,” she spat, dashing at him with inhuman speed as she activated the rocket boosters on her boots with a click of her forefinger and thumb nails. A trail of fire burnt a patch of Queen Anne’s lace to ash at her passing, and she leapt toward him. He braced himself, expecting her to use the power of her boosters to ram him, but she deactivated her boots with another cricket clap at the last moment and flipped backwards, kicking him not once but twice as each of her feet made contact with his chin. He stumbled back and she charged him once more, pummeling him with move after move. It seemed that she had found her edge at last as her attacks began to make solid, undefended contact. She backed him once more into the field of lilies, now glittering with diamond drops of mist, where the glare of the sun on the pure white petals hurt his eyes but did her no harm with her sunglasses to shield her. He stumbled and nearly fell, apparently weary from his battering, but again she performed her back flip double kick and sent him flying skyward. She jumped to meet him in the air, and grasping the collar of his leather vest in a tight fist, she brought both her feet to his stomach so that for the splittest of seconds she curled in a crouch against him. In that moment of freefall she activated the boots, blasting him to the ground as she flew up into the air. He skidded in a flurry of sparks and leaves and petals. “You’re free to surrender now,” she called to him cheerily, flipping once in the air and turning to look at him as she hovered, her pistol now clasped in her hands. Rook lay still amid the waving lilies and laughed, a scorch mark seared across the front of his jacket. A strange shadow began to creep up the outside of the greenhouse in tendrils and the light grew dimmer and dimmer. Panic seized Rubix and she blasted with all her might toward the roof, but the darkness rushed up to meet her and she couldn’t reach the top in time to break through. Blackness deeper than the deepest well, emptier than the night sky without stars, and evil as the eyes of Mephistopheles swallowed her whole. Something grabbed her from the air and threw her toward the ground. In the brief second that her heels were above her head she saw by the flame of her boots the outline of a dark-winged, humanoid creature. Coupled with the poor lighting it was nigh on impossible to see with her sunglasses on the wrong setting, and when she opened fire she heard breaking glass as she missed her target and shot out a pane above her. She deactivated her boots before they blasted her into the ground, and landed in a crouch. The darkness pressed upon her like a living, sentient being, trying to suffocate her in its grasp. She almost thought she heard its heartbeat, but discovered this to be her own, and almost thought she heard it breathe, but discovered this to be Rook when he grabbed her from behind in a stranglehold. “Welcome to Hell, sinner.” This thrilling excerpt is from, Trench Coats and Love Notes an amazing adventure written by the incredibly talented author and artist, Gloria Bowden. Rook is a mysterious character full of unfathomable motives and unmistakable ambitions. He has sacrificed one of his own eyes for the power to summon shadows to do his bidding. If you think that is cool, there is much, much more in store for you in his tale... I highly recommend...no, make that command that you go right now and read this exciting story. It is chock-full of unforgettable characters, like Rook and more twists and turns than a slithering sidewinder. I guar-UN-tee that you will not be disappointed! *Note: This is one half of an art trade and I have permission from the author and creator of the story and character to post this image at my gallery. Gloria has done an amazing picture of my character Maggie. Please have a look after you’ve read her story. You’ll also find incredible pics of the other characters from the story at her gallery. Great stuff! |
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