| Author: | J.A. Chirts | ISBN: | 9781310140655 |
| Publisher: | J.A. Chirts | Publication: | March 22, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | J.A. Chirts |
| ISBN: | 9781310140655 |
| Publisher: | J.A. Chirts |
| Publication: | March 22, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Graham loses himself in a near impenetrable Indian jungle, and stumbles onto an unholy and supernatural ritual in the darkest hours of the night.
Excerpts:
"He ran some more, panting, wheezing, pain racking his body. He could now hear the Bengal behind him, and this cranked up the terror a notch. A frantic idea of climbing a tree crossed his mind, but the thought of stopping to accomplish this, if even for a moment, seemed suicidal. Some part of his mind was able to estimate the size of the beast pursuing him, just based on the distant sound of the paws thundering in his direction. He knew that such a beast could probably shake him off the clumsy little trees surrounding him in a trice, and he had no intention of giving it that chance."
"He screwed up his eyes, trying to see clearly, and made out an inky blackness issuing forth from the blaze that the sacrificial fire had morphed into. The blackness was taking on a definite form. The gasp in his throat was caught by some instinctive reflex driven by self preservation. As the flame blazed forth more ferociously than before, Graham saw an apparition standing with her feet in it."
Graham loses himself in a near impenetrable Indian jungle, and stumbles onto an unholy and supernatural ritual in the darkest hours of the night.
Excerpts:
"He ran some more, panting, wheezing, pain racking his body. He could now hear the Bengal behind him, and this cranked up the terror a notch. A frantic idea of climbing a tree crossed his mind, but the thought of stopping to accomplish this, if even for a moment, seemed suicidal. Some part of his mind was able to estimate the size of the beast pursuing him, just based on the distant sound of the paws thundering in his direction. He knew that such a beast could probably shake him off the clumsy little trees surrounding him in a trice, and he had no intention of giving it that chance."
"He screwed up his eyes, trying to see clearly, and made out an inky blackness issuing forth from the blaze that the sacrificial fire had morphed into. The blackness was taking on a definite form. The gasp in his throat was caught by some instinctive reflex driven by self preservation. As the flame blazed forth more ferociously than before, Graham saw an apparition standing with her feet in it."
