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Friday, January 20, 2012

Release date...?

Well, if you haven't already guessed, Storm's Fury hasn't been released as of yet.  We ran into a few little pot holes along the way, but have since moved on.

The new release date is Feb, 17th so please mark your calendars. In the mean time here's another little excerpt to get the blood pulsing:

“You son of a bitch. Do you think this will make me want to have anything to do with you?” She crawled to her left only stopping when her hands met something cold, hard, and bumpy. Using it to pull herself up, she pressed her back against it and inched toward the small entrance.

Her bare feet sank into something wet and gooey and she bit down hard on her lower lip. It was all she could do to keep from screaming as the ooze made a home between the toes of her right foot. She closed her eyes, tried to still her rampaging heart, and continued to the entrance that she had been certain was only a few feet from her. Now that she was moving, it appeared a million miles away.

“Fury, this isn’t funny. If you wanted me gone, all you had to do was point me to the nearest road and call off your damn dogs, you prick.”

There was a sound, a soft scratching. She froze as it grew louder, the source drawing closer. It was behind her, but not nearly as far as Stormy would have liked. Her head swiveled in hopes of seeking out the disturbance, but her eyes met only a darkness so black she swore she was staring into the gaping mouth of Hell.

Stormy turned her attention back to the light and moved faster. Her big toe connected with something hard and she let out a stream of curses that would have made the captain of the U.S.S. Baatan blush. Pain shot up through her foot to her ankle, nearly bringing her to her knees. She fought it and instead tried to focus her attention on her surroundings.

She could tell from the opening and from the feel of the wall behind her, she was in a cave. Which meant there were bats and bats scratched. But bats didn’t growl. Stormy swallowed and inched away from the wall as the scratching drew closer and the growls became a guttural demand that embedded itself in every pore of her body.

“Bears hide in caves.” The realization sent a shiver racing down her spine.

Stormy broke into a run. She chanced one last look over her shoulder as she bolted from the cave opening.

Gleaming amber eyes froze her in her tracks.

“What the hell?” She couldn’t make out the full body, but from the height of the eyes, it appeared to be more man than beast. Another snarl had her stumbling out into the cool night, but she didn’t dare turn her back on the man-thing before her. “Wh-What do you want?” She didn’t expect an answer, but it, and not Fury, had to be the reason why she was here instead of back at Tempest’s house.

It moved within the stream of light so that its body was half in shadows. Onyx claws replaced what should have been toes. Its extremities were long and twitchy, the skin festering with pus-filled boils and open sores. The side of its neck was a gaping wound, black sludge oozing down over its shoulder to its bulky biceps. One long yellowed fang pierced the lower lip and protruded through the bottom of its jaw.

The monster dropped into a crouch, its talons pawing at the dirt as it threw its head back and howled, drool trailing in a long wet streams out one side of its mouth.

Her legs turned to noodles and every nerve in her body trembled at once as Stormy stared in disbelief at the creature clawing the ground at her. The thing turned cold, dead eyes on her and, in a voice born of a thousand demons from the most sadistic parts of Hell, snarled, “Blood.”

That's all for now!!

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