Cursefell

by C. V. Dreesman

  If I could have formed a grin on my paralyzed lips it would have been wide and wicked. I would have to settle for letting my eyes convey the mirthless chortle from that voice inside me, while hiding the fear I felt at its coming. The coldness of it beat through me like the drumming rain against the walls and the shattering sound of the storm against the windows. At least you won't hurt anyone else, I thought as the vapors pulled from my mouth darkened to the color of shadows. I won't let you.

  We stared at each other, the woman and me. Her dark wings fanned out, sensing my weakening state and the end of my struggles, I imagine. If only I could have had the chance to tell her one last thing. Of course, I could not speak the words. I could only think them.

  Now let me show you a real monster...

  END OF BOOK ONE

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  C.V. Dreesman is an award winning writer. He has worked as a Private Investigator, a front office Manager in professional Baseball, and a Helicopter Flight Crew Member. C.V. Dreesman lives with his wife, his beautiful muse. His son, his greatest pride, inspires him to dream and to strive. His family, near and far, continuously encourage him. C.V. also shares a home with a fluffy white cat that thinks she owns the place. Maybe she does.

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