The Quiet God (Earth Exiles Book 4)
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“Murphy? Mike, Murph’s dead. It’s me, Rich.”
“You ain’t goin’ to fool me, Murphy. You’re always following me, waiting for me to fuck up.”
Another voice spoke, “He’s delusional. He’s still messed up from the crash.”
Mike didn’t recognize that voice either. “Shut up, Murphy. You caught me half-steppin’ this time. It won’t happen again,” he slurred.
“What the fuck’s he talking about? Murph’s dead.”
“I’m telling you, he’s not right in the head.”
“Shit, you think he’s got a concussion?”
“Who knows. They beat the shit out of him. He wouldn’t go down.”
“What do we do?”
“Nothing. We can’t help him. He’s either going to die, or he’s going to get better. There’s nothing we can do about it.”
“Jesus Christ! Will you two shut the hell up?”
“Shut up, Joseph. You aren’t helping.”
“You’re right, I’m not. And neither are you, so shut the fuck up!”
Mike’s mind drifted. He looked at the white, pale blotch. It looked like a skull. It sure as hell didn’t look human.
Mike started muttering, too low for the others to hear, “Fucking Murphy, always there, won’t give a man an inch. Always waiting for him to screw up.”
He stared at the skull as he drifted into unconsciousness. Murphy was always there, waiting. Death was always waiting.
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The Georgia sun was hot as she sat on the porch in the rocking chair, sipping her lemonade. She wiped her hand across her brow as she kept a look out across the yard. Nothing was different, though. The tractor sat out at the barn like it always did. The truck was parked in the driveway.
She heard the screen door open, but she didn’t look around. She knew who it was. That old busy body liked to come out, check on her and pester her even though he knew she didn’t have anything to report.
“Where is he, Sentinel?”
She waved at a fly that buzzed around, “Don’t you worry about that. He’ll be here.”
“When?”
She took another drink, “He’ll be here when he gets here.”
“Are you sure he’ll come?”
Of course I’m sure, Shepherd. I knew it as soon as I felt him here. He’s on the path. He found the key. He’ll come for us.”
“How do you know?”
Jo turned to look at the Shepherd, “He’s the father of my first child. He’s only a few years older than the last time I saw him. I don’t think he’s changed much. He’s a very determined man.”
She turned back to stare out across the yard, “He’ll come.”
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The Demon Deception
Earth Exiles Series
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Eden’s Children – Book 2
The Between – Book 3
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