Urban Fantasy/Contemporary Fantasy
For reasons unknown, Seb is constantly drawn to random places without meaning, following an instinct he doesn’t understand.
One night that instinct lands him in trouble when he encounters Sarah, a young woman hunted by a fiend born of nightmares. Against his better judgement Seb attempts to intervene, only to nearly get himself killed in the process. Before she passes, Sarah transfers something to him, an arcane knowledge that gets buried deep into his subconscious.
Rescued by the Brotherhood warrior Cade, Seb’s life takes on an unexpected turn when he is told he is a Latent, able to manipulate the very energies of reality to his own devices. He is brought into a world within our own where the Magistry and its allies engage with the demonic Sheol in a timeless conflict that has traversed entire universes.
A world where he, and he alone, carries the message that could change the course of the conflict forever.
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As usual a strange kind of instinct guided Seb. It always began as a gnawing tingle at the back of his mind, like an internal sat nav that drew him to another seemingly random location. He must’ve easily covered twenty miles that night, starting at the Pleasure Beach, where the masses knocked back a mixture of cheap rides and greasy food with abandon, right down to the promenade, before finally ending up here, at what had once been a church, but where now stood a ruined shell plastered in rotting boards.
He took a moment to admire the view, ignoring the sensation of cold rain on his skin. The church stood on the crest of a hill. Down below the road curved up and away from the promenade to where he now stood. Buildings, largely abandoned, flanked the church on either side of the road, although some still served as a refuge for the kind of folks he had no intention of spending quality time with.
Some might say it was dangerous out here, at this time, and past experience had told him that it wasn’t an unwise assertion. But for him, it was home, his haven. He didn’t belong in the day, not that he knew why, he’d given up asking that question many years ago. Under the sun he felt dulled, slowed even, but by night, he felt alive.
He didn’t remember falling asleep, not that it was a surprise at all. His mindless treks always took their toll, and tonight’s near marathon was easily up there as a personal best. He never felt it at the time, but boy did he feel it in the morning. Often he would sleep it off where he fell, but this time his rest had been interrupted. He woke up with a start, heart thudding in his chest.
It came again. What was it? A scream? Something else? He stood up and stretched tired limbs. He glanced at his watch. Four in the morning. Great. Another shriek came, this time from somewhere near the promenade. It wasn’t a happy scream, like those of the drunk zigzagging their way home. He knew those well. This was different. Someone terrified.
Another scream. Nearer this time. He pressed himself into the alcove, seeking solace in the shadows. As he watched, a young woman came hurtling round the corner at the bottom of the road. She fell once, knees scraping the pavement. She tried scrambling up but her legs kept slipping underneath her. Her breath puffed out clouds of cold mist as she dragged herself up the hill towards the church.
‘Almost there…almost there.’
She was halfway up the hill now, not fifty yards from where he crouched. She fell again, her face hitting the ground with a sick thud. Blood splattered the pavement. Something small and white clattered onto the road.
About the Author:
Mike is an IT Consultant who lives in Preston, UK with his wife and twin daughters.
His first novel, Message Bearer, is the first in his urban fantasy series, The Auran Chronicles, the sequel to which is due out in the first half of 2016.
As well as Message Bearer, Mike has also produced several short stories over a period of many years, some of which were fortunate enough to be selected for publication. Sadly, a bad experience with a faulty hard drive and an evil usb stick sent many of these to digital oblivion, putting him off writing for a prolonged period.
Those stories that could be salvaged, as well as more recent efforts can be found on Amazon, with Mirror Man being a particular favourite.
As well as writing Mike is also fond of the odd gaming session on the Xbox One, where people half his age use him for target practice on a regular basis.